Week 7: Man Hands

I really love hands!  Hands tell such a wonderful story when you look at them closely.

If you were to examine these hands closely, you would see that they belong to a man who is a Son, a Brother, a Nephew, an Uncle, a Son-in-Law, a Brother-in-Law, a Friend, a Dad, a Husband, and hopefully one day a Grandpa or maybe even a Great Grandpa.

These hands belong to a man who has spent many a day helping his Dad and Uncle on the farm; who has helped his Mother through some of her toughest times.  A man who wears his Grandfather's ring proudly; a man that understands the importance of family.

These hands belong to a man who has pretended to be Chuck Norris;  who has arm wrestled against his brother.  Who has tried to parachute off the play house; who built his very first car; who has tight rolled his jeans.  A man who loves his nieces to pieces.

These hands belong to a man that knows what a "hard day's work" means and appreciates the value of a dollar.  Who started at the bottom and continues to work his way up.  A man who isn't affraid to get dirty; who takes pride in his work; a man who makes sacrifices for others that often go unnoticed, but only because he wants it that way.  A man who wears his blister's, calluses, and scars proudly; each one able to tell a story of their own.

These hands belong to a man who has calmed a child down after a nightmare.  Who is the master on how to stop a bloody nose.  Who has given a bath, changed a diaper, fed a baby, and consoled an unconsolable child.  These are the hands of a man who tickles, who throws a child high into the sky, and who helps homework.  A man who has allowed his children to fail, but is quick to help them up.

These hands belong to a man who has comforted me in my darkest hour.  A man who has stroked my hair and whispered words of comfort when I thought I couldn't go on.  A man who has never left my side even when times were difficult.  A man who chooses me not because he has too, but because he wants too; because he sees the good in me that others often overlook.  A man that encourages me to persue my own happiness no matter what it looks like.

These hands belong to a man who is a Son, a Brother, a Nephew, an Uncle, a Son-in-Law, a Brother-in-Law, a Friend, a Dad, a Husband, and hopefully one day a Grandpa or maybe even a Great Grandpa.  These hands belong to Jason.