i was scared of getting old.
I would look at my grandparents hands and only see paper thin skin.
Now I understand. It's more than what another person see's.
It's what those hands have felt.
To have your first love touch them on the first day they meet you.
To have him hold them when u both say forever.
The fights. The tears.
The touch of your first child.
The first day he grabs your hand and says " mommy, I'll love u forever ".
The next time he grabs your hands and says " mom, I've found the one ".
Then he walks through the door and touches your hands with an announcement..." I'm going to ask her to be my wife".
The shock and awe that melts your heart as he grabs my hands that held him as a infant and those hands that have raised him so lovingly.
My hands, his moms hands might be 42 but they are now starting to look thin.
My hands have loved so deep and wiped away every tear from his face. Including my own.
I cannot wait for these hands to know age with memories of what's to come..