My daughters know that one of my love languages is gifts and they do a great job of fulfilling this desire for me. For Christmas one year, they got me a basket filled for A Mother's Hands. Each gift was for my hands and included a sweet note:

Purple Leather Gloves - "to keep your hands warm"

Hand Lotion - " to keep your hands healthy"

Nail Polish - "to keep your hands full of glam"

Bracelet - "to keep your hands pretty"

And to top it off, Audrianna wrote a poem entitled My Mother's Hands which sits above my kitchen sink where I am reminded everyday of the investment of my hands in my daughter's lives.

My Mother's Hands

By Audrianna Joseph

They are a picture of tenderness;

A portrait of grace

A captured moment of happy bliss,

As dainty as lace

Their feather softness will caress,

They are strong

Their tough enough to clean the mess

They sing a silent song

They are there when you are young or old

Forever believing

They create warmth from the cold

Never deceiving

They will softly wipe away all your tears

You can't live without

They will destroy all of your fears

They will never doubt

You do not always get it or agree

They are hope

When you are blind, they let you see

They let you cope

They are love

They will always understand

They are love

They are your mother's hands