My Father's Hands

My father has strong hands. They are big and firm and have always worked hard. I have always felt like my father could do anything with those hands. He could fix anything, protect me from anything, take care of anything. (And trust me I have asked.)

My grandfather has the same hands. You can see how they have served him well. And if you listen to him tell his stories, you understand that he is incredibly proud of things he has built with those hands. He tells you about the buildings he has helped put together in some way all around town (Portland) in just about every conversation you have with him. I'm kind of impressed how often he is able to fit it in.

Grant has inherited these hands. I noticed the moment he was born. They are strong. And he uses them well. My girlfriend commented the other day that he had strong little paws. And while I laughed because we call Grant, "The Beast", I also felt my heart warm.

Because he has my grandfather and father's hands. He has no idea how lucky he is.