When I look at my hands I think of my Grandmothers and their Grandmothers. Of countless women who’s hands tended babies and fires. Who healed broken bones and broken hearts. I think of my husbands grandmother. A women I never met but think of often. The Silver ring on my right hand was hers. The gold ring on my left hand is the same one my grandmother wore for over 60 years. A small band of gold uniting her family that now unites mine.