Every kid has “that thing” that is unique about them. That thing that we will remember long after they are gone off and starting families of their own. The thing that will always remind of us of that one child. For Evan, it is hand holding. Even when he was itty bitty I would take his hand and interlace my fingers while he was nursing or laying with me. When you pick him up and he is hurt or tired the first thing he asks for is your hand. When you lay down with him he immediately reaches out for your hand.
Hands.
This is something I am in NO hurry for him to outgrow.
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Awesome picture!!! I love that you will hold his hand ALL the way to Lubbock in the car…that is LOVE:)!
That is the sweetest thing! Something to remember and treasure always…
By the way, I don’t know if you remember me, but I am Wendy’s sister.
Of course I remember you. I read your blog as well. Your daughter is beautiful!!!!
LaShawn
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Melt my heart. Wonderful capture.
So precious and that photo is beautiful.