Valentine's Day is right around the corner. Are you anticipating roses and chocolates? Holding out hope for diamonds? Hoping to catch a glimpse of a fancy (we're PG rated here!) steak dinner? How do you celebrate, if you do? Need some ideas? Here's some of the things DH has given me:
A hand written poem
A bouquet of hand carved radish roses
A hand carved heart-shaped picture frame
A bracelet with the gps coordinate of our first date etched in it
Notice the one thing these all have in common? They were all HAND made. He took the time to fashion something out of a raw material with his own hands. This year I'm writing about those hands in my Valentine tribute to him.
Dear DH,
I see your hands. They're a lot more weathered than they were when you reached for mine the first time so many years ago. I still get a giggle thinking about how nervous you were (and those sweaty palms!) The nerves were still there when you picked up that first crying baby but each one that came after found you a little more confident. Through the years, I've watched those hands work. I saw the dirt seeping into the pores from every garden. I witnessed the welder burns and blisters you traded for every dollar you earned. I've smelled the grease from every single motor you tinkered into one more mile. The same callouses that are proof of your hard labor have brushed tears off my cheek and smoothed my hair after a ride with the windows down. The way God made you to be a protector and provider is evident in every weathered skin crack. Your resolve is evident in how you deal with the pain of aging and overuse of those very hands. Every day you get up and use them again. Every day I see and I love you more.
Always,
Your Hoosier Girl
