A lot to wrap my mind around, but my heart has been there since Day One

This is a photo of my nephew's hand and that little hand holding his finger is the hand of his daughter. I remember when his hands were that small, that young, that new.  I've seen his hands learn to feed himself, to write his name, to dribble a basketball.  I've seen them clapping in joy, and folded in prayer.  I've watched him use those hands to open doors, hold on tight, deliver me a rose, and build a boat with his Grandfather. 

Now, he's a father and the other day, I watched his hands bathe his baby girl.

When I look at this photo, it's hard to believe that the little hand clinging to his finger is that of his daughter.  When I look at this photo, I see time.  And love. So very much love.