Tiny hands

There is something magical about holding a tiny hand in mine.
It doesn't really matter which child's hand it is, I don't know any child that I don't love. Just feeling those little fingers wrapped in mine makes my heart melt. Often at work I will need to go somewhere during the shift, and that means taking the kid or kids down the hall with me. I particularly like it when it is just one child and I, because then we can skip together, or jump over the colored squares, or stop and look at the pool. Those are the moments that make a childhood, and those are the moments that make Motherhood (or Caregiver-hood) such a priceless thing.

Lord, thank you for little hands and how aware they make me of the priceless moments.