... and the man to whom God gave them. I love that the hands that wielded a hammer to build our family a home are the same hands that gently hold me, make pancakes for the kids, dry tears, give tickles, help Abby write letters to the Tooth Fairy, work to support our family, tie shoes, play guitar, hold my hands...
I praise God for these hands, and for the one to whom He gave them...
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