Friday, October 24, 2008
In the Hands of Jeff
Today, Jeff's gentle hands rested against my shoulders and propped me into a sitting position.
His calloused hands spotted me as I used every ounce of my strength to get up out of bed.
His faithful hands brought me breakfast.
His strong hands opened my banana, which my fingers were too weak to open myself.
His tender hands washed my hair for me, since my arms were too tired to lift to such a great height as the top of my head.
His loving hands slowly drew my chin toward his face, where his lips covered mine with the softest of kisses.
I love my husband's hands.
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