This is the first one. It is framed picture of my Mama holding Avery (#4 grandchild, who is the first child of my daughter) Look at those precious hands holding her. I just love looking at those precious hands. Those hands held me, comforted me, wiped my tears, sewed innumerable clothes for me, and cooked wonderful meals for me. Once I said the thing that all kids say to their parents...you don't love me, I'm adopted. Her response was, look at my hands and look at your hands...they are exactly alike. True enough they are. But my hands will never be as precious as hers.
The second one is of me and "Tippy Toes". I think I'm about 35 or 36 here. I would soon be going through major surgery and 1 week after coming home, go through a devastating divorce. This little cat was named after my very first cat. Tippy Toes was an immense comfort to me, I remember lying in bed at night feeling so alone and that the world that I had previously known had disappeared. Then I would feel around under the covers with my foot until I found her, and as soon as I felt that velvety black coat of hers, I would know that I was not alone. The anxiety would leave me and I would eventually drift off to sleep. She was an immense comfort to me.
These two pictures are side by side on my dresser and I look at them everyday before I leave for work. They always make me happy.