One thing I always remember about my grandma is her hands. They were old lady hands. She was an old lady. This is a good thing. She had a wonderful, long life and lived to be 87 years old. I am so thankful for the time we had together. She was a very special part of my life and I still miss her. Now when I look at my mom's hands, I see my grandma's hands. I see all the things I love about my grandma and my mom and their lives in her hands. My mom is not old but she is in the next phase of life - she's a grandma. She has grandma hands. I look at my own hands and I wonder if my mom's hands are in there. I wonder if my hands will become my grandma's hands too someday. I look at Laci's hands and still see pudgy baby hands. They are little girl hands. In between a baby and a child. She is very much a little girl and doesn't have many baby features left. Except her little hands. They will soon be a child's hand, then a teenager's hand. Someday they may be a mother's hands and eventually my grandmother's hands too.