The Mystery of the Hands

A couple of days ago I had the pleasure of babysitting one of my Great nieces, Tayla.
While she was sleeping in my arms her small hand was resting in mine. Not quite a third the size of mine I looked down and realized this small hand has been in this world not yet ten months and the hand holding it was going on sixty two years.
It made me realize how vulnerable, how inexperienced it was. My hand filled with well-earned wrinkles, scars and callouses could share so many experiences with Tayla's small hand. For a short instant I thought if only this fresh, pink, young hand could stay this way forever - then in another instant I began wondering what will this young hand experience what great worlds will be open to her.
It was a comfortable and in that moment in time, it was a happy place.