His Hands

They are strong. They lift such heavy things. They tug and pull and squeeze. The treamendous strength that are in those hands are unfathomable. The amount of work that has been done with those hands is limitless. When something new is demanded of those hands the task is met with the ability of a professional.
They are dirty. They are cracked and dry. They are course and unmanicured. There is dirt in cracks that seems to never get washed away. There is dirt under the nails and in the cuticles.
But they are so gentle. Those hands have lifted and held our tiny babies with such tenderness that even smooth hands would have been harsher. Those hands have held mine in difficult times, in times of happiness and sadness. They are injured. Frequently he comes home with cuts, scrapes and sometimes gashes in his hands, yet he never complains about it. He continues to work with those hands never ending. His hands have blessed our family with the divine Priesthood held only by those on the Earth that are worthy and have been given the power by authority through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Many times I think he underestimates the worth of those hands. I think he might think that I wish they were cleaner or I wish that they were smoother. However I don't wish either of those things. His hands are very special to me and I would rather have them cracked and bleeding than smooth and manicured. His hands show just how much love he has for me and for our kids. I love his hands, and I love him. Thank you William for your hands.