This pic is somewhat a memory from my childhood. My grandpa Johnson (a hardworking immigrant from Sweden) had the biggest, SOFTEST hands ever!! I loved to hold onto them. I can still physically feel how soft they were every time I think about him. I felt a special warmth when seeing Papa's soft hand holding onto little Nicholas's. Maybe it will be something that my kids remember about their Papa too.
(when looking at our blog just now, Nicholas told me that "Papa's hand were so soft"....I hadn't even told him about why I took that picture!!) It is so amazing what seemingly little things touch our hearts and the inner workings of our soul (smells, feelings, tastes)...how could anyone ever deny that there is a God!?!?