I held up my hands today and looked at the back of them. My skin is thinning and parchment like, with blue veins and smaller red arteries running just under the surface. Looks all the world to me, like some odd and bizarre road map, minus the numbers. I guess I could consider these old hands a road map of my life for sure.
They have been with me on the road, as I have traveled at the very least over half a million miles in a car over the past thirty years.
They have been with me holding first three children and then nine grandchildren since 1972. For the most part they were comforting, with a few detours for some parenting corrections.
I hope and expect they will continue to be my own “living record” of more things to come over the next few years. The good and the not so good, whatever life brings.