Will She Remember Those Hands?

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Will she remember those hands? I truly hope so. I like to picture her recalling them long after today’s events fade away. The details of the occasion may slip her mind, but those large, rugged hands that carefully attached the simple corsage—a yellow carnation on a strip of elastic with a dash of Velcro—should stay with her.

My role was straightforward: dressing assistant and photographer. It wasn’t until they stepped out into the rain that I had to choke back tears. My dad and I never attended a formal dance together, although we did share a dance at my wedding. I can still feel the warmth of his hands holding mine and the joy reflected in his eyes.

Though dances were not part of my childhood, we did enjoy many Indian Princess outings. The year after my brother passed away, we joined that same group of fathers and daughters for a thrilling white-water rafting trip in the North Carolina mountains. It meant a lot to me that my dad made the effort to be present, and now I was witnessing the same dedication from her father to my daughter.

It’s his hands I want her to cherish—the hands that may have clumsily fumbled with that nondescript flower but were solid and reassuring. He made sure to arrive home early to ease her impatience, as she was only six and already a fierce keeper of time when it came to her daddy’s promises of fun. If he made her wait, there’d be a storm to weather, and I found humor in her gentle reprimands. She has turned the tides, with her tiny hands reaching out to him nightly for a hug, coaxing him into playful swings with a bath towel, and pleading for tickles. She has carved a place in his heart in a way I never could, and it’s remarkable.

I want her to remember the man who loved her first. Even though he belonged to another, I hope she captures those small moments that define what true love looks like. It’s tender, nurturing, and expressed through a father’s touch—a cool hand smoothing her thick, dark hair to check for a fever. His hands cradle her little ones as they bounce on the trampoline that Santa gifted three Christmases ago.

Those hands that recently presented her a corsage will soon apply sunscreen on her growing limbs, as she takes on the age-old tradition of learning to drive the boat this summer. I’ll be there to capture the moment in my mind, silently urging her to remember those hands, dear child. Both of you.

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In summary, this heartfelt reflection reveals the importance of those seemingly simple moments and connections between a father and daughter. It emphasizes the lasting impact of love demonstrated through small gestures—like the hands that create cherished memories.