I think that hands tell the story of a life. My husbands hands are very distinctive to me. I can see the years that we have spent together. I see age beginning to show – but age in the very best way; years of love and fun. I see the magic that initially attracted me to this man and I see the love that has endured for 36 wedding anniversaries. I see the hard work and the hugs; the hands that held mine through some of the darkest times and the hands that rejoiced along with me through some of the triumphs that life brings. I see hands that I would know anywhere and the hands that can still amaze me. I see love.