These hands are beautiful to me. They have loved me, wiped my tears, and held me when I was afraid. These hands have applauded my victories, cheered me from the sideline and folded in prayer on my behalf countless times. Because of these hands I have been pushed to become a better mom, wife and friend. These hands create wonderful gifts of love and write thoughtful notes of encouragement. They've checked homework and edited papers and wiped up messes that I made. These hands taught me how to cook, and sew and knit. These are the hands that have held mine when I needed holding and let go when it was time to walk on. My babies were loved by these hands. My children feel their sweet touch of love often. These beautiful hands are still serving and loving and giving. Because that is what makes them beautiful...all of the ways that they have loved and served and given. Happy Birthday mom! I love your hands...I love you.