This was a weird one, well maybe not as weird as tomorrow when I have to take a picture of a stranger. Anyways, I thought it was a weird one until tonight when I had my grandma and grandpa vyn and my grandpa Voortman (Yes, like the cookies) in my house. Then I got an idea - in the same room where three men (my two grandfathers and my dad) in my life who have built successful businesses from the ground up, their hands aren't the nicest (lets face it they will never be hand models) they are well used - and used for good. They are hands that have dug ditches, held new borns, baked cookies, placed bandaids on wounds, walked me across streets. They are hands that have seen pain and hardship, they are hands that have raised children who have raised grandchildren, they are hands that I love to hold scars, wrinkles and all. My dad started his own real estate company last year and I am SO proud. The missing pinki is due to a run in with a horse - yes a horse bit off his finger when