day forty-eight

taking note of my hands.

2.17.2010

today was full of good interactions with good folks. my hands were at work in a few ways and for that i am thankful. my hands will hold my son tonight as we read before bed, only a few moments from now. i will read & love him as always, but i'll also comfort myself a bit. he used his sweet mind on our drive to church to imagine life alone, life without his mommy and daddy. the image of his face (seen through the rear-view mirror) still breaks my heart as i picture it with my mind's eye. of course the moment passed for him with reassurance & love. he repeated my reassurances aloud, declared his head hurt, and gave lots of hugs and kisses to each of us at church. my heart hurts because i know that there's only so much that these hands of mine can create, protect, and love. there's only so much i can hold and for him i'll hold on fiercely. so tonight i use my hands now to tell you a story, but only in part. *deep breath* *deep sigh* what an image for him to create today, ash wednesday. where i am all to reminded that we are dust and to dust we shall return.