Hands

I love the moment when Little V grabs my hand to hold.  When we get out of the car in a parking lot, when we are about to cross the street, when we enter a busy place, when we share a quiet moment.  And my most favorite, when it is bedtime and in her sleepy slumber, she reaches out for my hand.  I love feeling that little hand in mine, and I only hope that no matter how big that hand grows, that when I feel that grip I will always remember how small it once was.  May I always feel that grip...