This morning I was looking through my old sketchbooks at the images from years past, memories preserved between paper pages. Every year I would trace my boys' hands in my sketchbooks, marveling at the changes in their size as the years went by. I also saw one I had done of my own hand not that long ago. Thought I'd share it with you.
And here's a drawing of my close friend's hand; one that held mine through the worst and best times of my life. Please, never let go Eve.