Today you found your hands. All ten chubby fingers held so close to your eyes. Pure fascination.
At night I hold your hands while you fall fast asleep in your bassinet. They are so soft and sweet.
One day they will splash in the cool salt water of the ocean. Dig deep in the sand. They will delve in the lake and try to catch fish. They will turn Green with grass stains from doing cartwheels on Summer afternoons. They will get scratched up from falling off your bike. Then one day your fingertips will be dolloped with bright pink. You will pick flowers and hold dandelions while you make a wish. You will feel the wind push through your fingers and the rain tickle your palms.
These little hands will give you so much life.
One day you will be told, "You have your mother's hands." Just like I was told about my own. It is a good thing. You can read a person's life in their hands. So, one day I hope you have beautiful wrinkles all over them.
I pray that you pray with them.
I wish I could hold your hand for forever. Walk everywhere with you through life. Experience all of the hard things for you. But today you found your own hands. One more step to creating the little character you have inside of you.
I am in love with that idea.
