Little Hands...

A few weeks ago after dinner, we decided to go and get the mail.  Dan grabbed the mail key, I, my shoes and Jack.  As we walked through the garage door Jack stopped to grab Dan and my hands.  (We have taught Jack that he always has to be holding someones hands when we are out walking. ) I didn't have to say anything, he just grabbed onto both of our hands and we continued to walk to the mail box.
As we all walked hand in hand, I felt like the most blessed person on the face of this earth.  I was with my husband and son.  Holding hands without a care in the world.
It truly is the little moments that make the day.  Every time those sweet little hands reach out to me, my heart melts and he has my undivided attention.  Nothing else matters at that moment, time stands still and I am captivated by those hands that I hold.  The hands that love me and can make me cry in a heartbeat.  The hands that get into mischief, but also help me with the laundry, dishes and picking up his toys.  Hands that push away my hair so he can see what color earrings I'm wearing today. Hands that we hold when its time to pray at meal time. And hands that I pray will always be loving, kind and a protector to the weak.