11/13/2025
I posted this cute kitten picture on my personal page. Meet Sergeant Smalls.
While I laugh on our personal page about Sergeant looking judgmental, there is something so much more profound about this picture.
This mans hands. The hands that have held my heart and soul safely for 20 years. These hands that have seen pain and struggle, but have also held newborn children.
These hands that have been bruised and bled, but still have tenderly applied a bandaid to a toddler's scraped knee.
These hands that have known heat and too much cold, but have also handed a warm cup of soup to a kindergartner home sick from school.
These hands that have been burnt and stained, but have also waved to a scared middle schooler just heading to their first day.
These hands that have been bloody and tired, but still shook the hand of a new high school graduate.
The hands that have wiped away a wife's tears, built us shelter and provided everything for us. This man's hands that are hard as steel but gentle enough to hold small kittens.
The hands that have worked tirelessly for years, and sometimes take a break to jump into a videogame.
The hands that protect us. That protected our children. And me.
These hands are hands that I hold, that have held me, that have loved me for decades. Hand's that I love more than almost anything else in the world. I love these hardworking hands that have built us a whole world. These hands that have held a cold beer on a hot day. Hands that held ours throughout our childrens lives.
I love these hands that have seen so much pain. That know so much strength, but have shown us nothing but love, and kindness.
I love this man. God, how i love this man. This incredible, hardworking wonderful man.
He is our whole world.