I have been thinking a lot about hands this last week. You can learn a lot about a person just by looking at their hands. I actually have changed many an impression about someone after looking closer at their hands. Never in a bad way, it just tends to shift the way I see an individual.
My hands are probably my favorite thing about me. I don't really know why. There is nothing terribly special about them. But they are the same as my mother's and I will love her forever for passing them down to me.