I looked over at his hands. So strong, driving, taking me to where I needed to be. Guiding my life with God guiding his. Taking me to family that needed us, and we needed to be with them. We arrived at the hospital, and I looked over at his hands. The hands that held me gentle as a child and guided me through life. Those hands needed me now just as I needed him then. I am thankful my daddys doing good, and I still have his hands and heart to love.
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