88 years is the age difference between these hands. Great-grandmother and great-grandson. I look at her hands and there's only two words that comes to mind. Courage and strength. I imagine what she has endured, survived and happily lived in these 95 years and i only wish i can reach her age, and hug my great-grandchildren with the same serenity as she does.
I hope my path leads me to some kind of serenity some day. Maybe practicing the slow living in her house leads me to it sooner.