I feel very grateful for these hands of mine. These hands that plant seeds and grow gardens. These hands that chop wood, and build fires, and prepare food for my family (and sometimes have to kill that food first).These hands that wash seemingly endless dishes and even more seemingly endless laundry. And sometimes, when there is a pause in my day, these hands find themselves reaching for the knitting basket, to knit yarn into cloth; to make clothing for my loved ones. I ask a lot of these dear hands of mine. Sometimes these hands are rough and dirty, and even smelly, but they can still comfort a little one with a scraped knee or a bonked head. Some tasks come more easily to these hands than others, but we keep chugging along, my hands and I. Oh, yes, I am very grateful for these hands of mine.