PhotoPrompt--Grandparents

From Delores at "thefeatherednest"

What I remember most about my grandparents are their hands. 

Grandpa had big hands, calloused and worn with broken nails.  But, he held my little hand as if it were a china tea cup.

Grandma’s hands smelled like vanilla and cinnamon.  She cupped my little hands around a baby chick.  

I miss them, how they sounded, the smell of Grandpa's shirt, the softness of Grandma's apron.  But, most of all, I miss their hands on mine.

Miracle

There are two ways to live your life:

One is as though nothing is a miracle.

The other is as though everything is a miracle.

Albert Einstein

Children view the world with big eyes, wide open and amazed.  Everything is a thing of wonder.  A dried leaf is worth carrying all the way home.  A dandelion bloom in all its bright yellow glory is just the right size for a little hand.

To a child, everything is a miracle.

To an adult, who has seen the world through old eyes, all the beauty of creation is a repeat of an old movie.

But, then that adult has a grandchild.  Talk about a miracle!  Everything about this child is miraculous and brilliant.

Everything is a miracle, A. Einstein.  Everything!