These hands hold my triumphs and failures, my joys and sadness.
They helped me hang on and withstand the tough times, as they helped stand me up when I've fallen.
They've held the hands of my children the day they were born, and let them go the day they walked.
They know kindness as well as cruelty, peace as well as violence.
They hold the hand of the man and woman I love and cherish each minute they have with them.
In five days these hands will have seen 38 years of amazing things, and all of them, although some tragic, are remembered and rejoiced, for without those things, these hands would not exist.
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