{Grand} Daddy's Hands

I remember Daddy's hands, folded silently in prayer.

And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.

You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.

Years of work and worry had left their mark behind. 

I remember Daddy's hands, how they held my Mama tight,

And patted my back, for something done right.

There are things that I've forgotten, that I loved about the man,

But I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands.

~Holly Dunn

This song has forever reminded me of "my daddy" and as I looked at the story that came to life through these photographs I knew that it was absolutely appropriate. I hope that in 30 years when Norah Grace looks back at these she treasures them as much as I do sitting here today. I pray that she will come to know and love her {grand}daddy for the kind, loving, and ever-giving man that he is but even more than that I pray that she will grow and develop the absolute love and affect for her daddy that I have for mine.