Daddy's Hands
I remember Daddy's hands
folded silently in prayer,
and reaching out to hold me
when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story
in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry
had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy's hands,
how they held my Mama tight
and patted my back
for something done right.
There are things that I've forgotten
that I loved about the man,
But I'll always remember
the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind
when I was cryin'.
Daddy's hands were hard as steel
when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle,
but I've come to understand...
There was always love
in Daddy's hands.
Do y'all remember this incredibly sweet Holly Dunn song? I know my sister and I used to sing it all the time. We love our Daddy. And, yes, he is still "Daddy," and we hug his neck just like we did when we were little. He'll probably never know how much he means to us.
You know how they say a girl looks for a beau that reminds her of her Daddy? Well, my husband is every bit as sweet as mine. In the past year, I've watched him grow into an incredible father. I'm sure one day, Amelia will hear this song and feel just what I feel when I hear it.
Happy Father's Day!
