David's grandma was over this afternoon (with his mom). I've always loved old people's hands. All the wrinkles make me think of the passing of time and make me wonder about what the hands have experienced. How many spring rolls have those hands made, how many times has she held a child or grandchild, how many clothes has she washed and put away, how many meals served, tables wiped and people hugged.
Grandma was holding Lauren and I couldn't help but notice her wrinkled aged hands and Lauren's new little baby hands.
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