These hands.

These hands have shown more love than I've ever known. More acceptance than I could ever imagine. These hands are strong. Weathered but also soft. They have held my hands and told me, "Always and forever." These hands have helped me through labor pains. Held me through sorrow and grief. When only crying and rocking would do, these hands have cradled me, wiping away my tears. Reaching out of my darkest of times, these hands are the ones I have found. Lifting me up. 

These hands have waited patiently to feel tiny kicks from tiny feet growing inside my womb. These hands have tucked littles into bed. And held them close. They have cleaned off scrapes and bandaged cuts. These hands have put together countless puzzles and picked up countless toys. These hands have guided and taught. My babies have learned strength and love from these hands. 

These hands have worked hard to provide financially for our lives. They have allowed for me to stay home with my babies to lead the lives we feel most in line with. Working and working to getting closer to these goals. These hands have been dirt stained and sun soaked. Blue, bruised fingertips have adorned these hands often. These hands yearn to live the farmer's life.

I will hold these hands in mine, always and forever.

Peace and Love.

Katelyn