Morning Memories

One morning last week Evangeline came into my room and got into bed with me.  She was examining my hands and commented on my puffy veins.  I told her that I always thought my Grandma Mary had the most beautiful hands I had ever seen and that I always hopped my hands would look like hers someday.  I remember holding grandma's hands during church.  I would run my fingers along the backs of her hand and her thin skin would wrinkle in the direction I moved it.  She had the puffiest veins and the knobbiest knuckles.  Her skin was iridescent...it had a shimmer to it.  Her skin was also as soft as silk and her nails were always so beautifully painted.  She always smelled so good.  I can still remember how she smelled as I sat snuggled up to her in church holding her hands.  I made sure to thank Evangeline for reminding me of my grandma's hands and that it was a very nice memory that I hadn't thought about in a long time.  I told her that I miss my grandma and that I wish she could have met her.  Evangeline, very matter of factly, reminded me that I will see her again someday.  I love my daughter so much.....my grandmother would have too.