the joy of love - hands

When I was born, one of the first things everyone noticed was my hands. I had long, bony little fingers. Twenty-nine years later I noticed the same thing when Ava was born.

She has the same hands as me. I have the same hands as my mom and my mom has the same hands as my grandmother. What I wouldn't give to still have my grandmother here to be a part of this picture. She had beautiful hands and she started it all.



It's one of those traits where I can look at Ava and specifically say that she got that from me and it makes me smile.

As much as I love discovering genes my kids inherited from me, I hope Ava doesn't get the chest. Where was the Rawlins gene there, Dad?!