Daddy's hands were always so big and so warm. They were strong and gentle.

With his hands, he lifted me high up into the air and we would laugh together.

When something was broken, Daddy's hands would fix it, making it all better.

In the kitchen, Daddy used his hands to cook delicious meals that we enjoyed.

I felt safe when Daddy was around. His hands meant that there was nothing to fear.

Those hands would clap and cheer when I did something good, making me feel proud.

If I was ever scared, Daddy’s hands would hold mine and I’d feel brave again.

During story time, Daddy's hands would bring the book characters to life.

He used his hands to create wonderful toys and games for us to play with.

When I was tired, Daddy's hands would tuck me into bed and turn off the lights.

His hands were always there to wave goodbye and to welcome me back home.

I knew Daddy's hands would always care for me, giving me endless warmth and safety.