Are tiny, obviously.
Though I swear they grow bigger every day.
I look at Maggie’s hands and wonder about what she will touch in her life, what she will do with her hands, who she will love.
Will those fingers type out the next great American novel? Will she pluck magenta wildflowers from our fields and weave them into verdant bouquets, like her great-grandmother? Will we be able to finagle music lessons up here on the 49th parallel, so that pretty music might come from her fingers?
I can see that finding out will be the greatest adventure of my life.
2011. Glacier County Honey Co. Photo credits to Jennifer Campbell and Layla Dunlap. All Rights Reserved.
August 12, 2011 at 8:48 am
love it!
August 15, 2011 at 9:34 am
Thanks!
August 15, 2011 at 3:55 am
Beautiful essay, beautiful hands……
August 15, 2011 at 9:34 am
Thank you.
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