Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Little hands

He was watching Mickey Mouse, standing next to me as I was sitting on the sofa. Out of nowhere he put his hand on my lap, patted my leg and rested his hand. His eyes never left the TV, in that moment he was just so happy to have Mama there with him, and in that moment I was so thankful for that chubby little hand asking be to stay a while. To be present in the moment, enjoy the weight of that little hand in my leg and marvel at this person my son has become. He's become my teacher, my hope, my reminder to enjoy the little things in life, my biggest fan, my little boy.

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