His Little Hands.

Ok, so I am going to wax a little sentimental here, but I just have to.
I was holding Jareds little hand today as he was leading me somewhere, and I just thought about how warm, and soft his little hand was, but in contrast how strong and firm he held my hand. He is my little man, but someday I will probably be feeling very fortunate if he holds my hand. When he is a teen, he may not even want to touch my hand, as an adult he may be too busy, or have his wife's hand to hold. So I am going to enjoy every minute I can to hold these warm, soft, little, most of the time dirty, hands. And hopefully as the years go by we will have these momets to treasure, and hopefully he will always remember that I love him.