Do you ever take the time to notice hands?
There are well manicured hands, nail bitten hands, vein-y hands.
Hands with long fingers, hands with stubby fingers.
Hands with large knuckles, just begging to be cracked.
Soft, smooth hands.

When our second daughter was born, that was the first thing my husband noticed.
Look at her long fingers…
Those long fingers would eventually play the violin beautifully.
Those hands selflessly serve the children in her classroom.

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It was a catch up kind of morning.
I saw a few neighbors on my morning walk that I have not seen in a while.
Busyness and vacation have kept us on different schedules, it seems.

One neighbor was pulling out of his driveway as I was passing.
They are having work done around their house…a pool installed, fencing, and landscaping.
It looks lovely and I told him so.

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Imagine if we treated all unborn children as royalty.
I saw that comment on Facebook soon after the future king of England was born.

People tend to park themselves in one camp or another concerning a royal birth.
Interested…not interested.
The birth of any baby is miraculous and a reason to celebrate.

I thought of the concept of royalty vs. commoner while at a restaurant.

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While we were on vacation two cars remained in our driveway.
My husband’s car and the car my youngest daughter uses were parked there all week.
My husband went back to work the day after we returned.
The other car remained in the driveway for a few days.

By mid-week, my daughter needed to use the car.
It may not start up right away, since it has been sitting there all week.
After a few minutes, she came back inside.
You’re right, Mom. It won’t start, she announced as she walked through the kitchen.
She went to find her dad.

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Band Aids.
A friend of mine teaches kindergarten.
She told me how many band aids she goes through in a day.

Mrs. J…my finger…it hurts! they say holding up the injured appendage.
What hurts?
There…see? My cut! I need a band aid!
She has to squint to see the injury, but it is real to them.

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Back in 1998, I wrote a letter to my father-in-law who asked me to explain why I left the traditional church I was raised in to go to a Bible church with my children.

It was 1992, when my son…my fourth child…was born.
After listening to a Bible study on TV early each morning as I fed my son, I was hearing things and learning things I had never known before.
I bought my first Bible and read through it in about eight months.
God the Father opened my eyes to the Gospel…and salvation through His son, Jesus.

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I have been married for thirty one (and a half) years to my high school sweetheart.
A quiet man…an engineer…with an engineer brain.
A good foil for my creative side.
The two brain hemispheres became one.

He was always so good at math and science when we were in school.
I was always good at English and writing.
I was in the school plays…usually in the chorus.
He was on stage crew…up in the fly…above the stage.

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