Not all are paved

“I love your hands, Ga-Ga,” I said.

She looked at her hands and laughed
quietly. “Do you know why my hands look like this?” she asked me.

“Arthur Itis?” I asked. It’s the kind of joke only the daughter of an
orthopedic surgeon appreciates.

“No,” Ga-Ga answered. “It’s because I’ve
been down many a road in my life. And not all of them were paved.”

Then
I laughed. Then I hugged her.

I couldn’t possibly love a person more.

from: The Pioneer Woman