When I was doing Shaun's nail this weekend it triggered a memory in me of my MaMaw doing mine when I was a kid. I noticed I was touching Shaun's fingers the same way she touched mine... but he wasn't complaining "You're mashing my veins! Stop mashing my veins!" like I was. 😅
I distinctly remember being so uncomfortable with any pressure where my fingers bend and I guess because I could see veins under my skin there I thought they were being mashed. I really don't know what that was about except that I still don't like pressure applied there. I'm weird about being touched on my hands and around my nails, anyway. I guess "on my hands" is a weird and unnecessary qualifier because I'm not a touch-me person in general.
But anyway, I had that memory come flooding back and I could hear in my head how my MaMaw would get in a huff and say "I am doing no such thing!" while painting my nails. 😆😆😆 And it just made me feel happy to remember that. ❤️
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