I took this picture (and edited it) this weekend in PA. It sort of describes who I am.
I am endlessly complex thanks to my Savior. I have these weird dynamics that take years for others to learn and get to know about me, not because I try hiding them, but mostly because it’s just easier and better for them to see and observe them in me.
Let me explain the elements of this picture that I love.
First, there’s the ring that my grandpa gave me when I was 16 after my grandma died. He included this incredibly sweet letter about how I have this passion and fire that she did. I’ve worn it since.
Then there are the fake nails.. in my mind the epitome of a girl.. Very “girly girl.”
You can’t of course miss the smudged dirt on the hands from random activities of the day… which of course is a fun dynamic next to the girly girl nails. Especially since no one would naturally put those two things close to each other.
There is the nature in the background, mixed with the obvious 4-wheeler machine being enjoyed and controlled.
I love my hands, I have always loved my hands.. They are clearly a mix of both sides of my family, but they also are obviously strong and not dainty or helpless. They have callus’ while at the same time, they are softer than the things around them.
While this picture isn’t total or complete.. I like how much it represents who I am… 🙂
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This is what I will picture in my head every time I think of you. I love how you have this picture describing you..it's brilliant!I don't think I could ever come up with something like this for me…because I am, as well, complex and sorta a backwards; oxymoron kind of character. Maybe in time I will get to know more of each detail of your life, as I began growing in your friendship. Love this post 😀