I may be repeating myself, but there’s magic in hand holding.
When I’m walking with the kids and we approach a crosswalk, crowd or parking lot I put my hands down by my sides, slightly behind me and I wiggle my fingers. Within a moment both kids will slip their fingers into mine.
The world stops for a moment, and I am flooded with joy. Every single time.
There is nothing so perfect as my children slipping their palms against mine. They trust me, I love them, they need me, I need them.
Every time it’s a miracle.
Today I told Alexander how much I loved holding his hand. He pulled it away. It was crushing.