Hold My Hand

You know how to use your hands now, and they are like your window to the world. I am still taken by surprise as I’m holding you against my chest and you snuggle into my neck….and I feel your tiny hand reaching behind me and grabbing my ponytail. Or dancing on my shoulder. You clasp the front of my shirt when I rock you, staking your claim. You reach up to grab my arm when I’m changing your diaper. And every time your tiny little palm dances across my hand, I am blown away by how soft and strong you are, all at the same time.


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