He sat there for so long. Snuggled in as my heart prayed over his sick body. I was caught so off guard by my momma hands. In that moment I saw the years behind me. They seem so wrinkled in the most beautiful way. I can tell they’ve worked hard for my loves. Always serving, hugging, helping. They’ve seen heartaches, tears, bumps & bruises. They’ve done loads of dishes, endless laundry, so much intolerant cooking & serving my home. They’ve given hugs, held sweet faces, read books for dreams & prayed late into many night. It was a moment I realized they looked even more like my own mothers. I’ve always loved the beauty of her long life filled hands. Now it’s my turn to grow these momma hands. Oh my sweet, you’re changing every part of me.