Little Hands...

The past week I've been most conscious of your hands. It is so special to me that you now hang on to me. When we are walking or you are breast-feeding you grab me with your free hand. It makes me think of so many moments like this to come. Hauling you out of the car when you are five and  groggy asleep, I still will be slinging you over my shoulder and you'll wrap limp arms around my neck and grasp at me. Taking walks and holding hands, swinging you one-armed, just the two of us. You sleeping on my chest and your hand splayed on my open skin, fingers dancing while you dream. Little hands touching my face, tangled in my hair, wrapped in a hug around my leg. Goddess, Haydin, I'm so excited for every moment to come in our future together.