One of my twitter friends, Maiden Jane, posted an interesting task on her blog...share a picture of your hands. For some reason this struck a chord with me and I knew I wanted to participate in the link-up. I can remember being a little girl and playing with my mom's hands. She didn't like her hands, but I love(d) them. Her nails were always manicured and painted clear. It was only for nice occasions that she painted them any color and that color was always a muted mauve or light pink, never a bright color. I can picture the nail polish bottles as I sit here. She was tragically taken from us 7.5 years ago in a car accident, and oddly enough when I (stupidly) envision the accident, I don't see her face, I see her pale fingers gripping the steering wheel as she always did when she drove. My hands remind me of my moms and I hope I keep remembering that as I age.
Beth Tilley Green Photography) photographed my little family of 3. When I saw the pictures I was immediately drawn to the picture of my hand holding Kaylee's. It is officially my favorite photo and is hanging on our wall. And so, here is my picture of my hand doing what I think is it's most important job...guiding Kaylee. Tonight she held my hand as we walked from the kitchen to the dinner table, just because! I didn't want to let go. Figuratively I don't think I ever will.