I love this little hand. I love its smudgy finger prints, I love its soft strokes of my cheeks, and I love its little tickles. It is very rarely however, that it holds still long enough for me to hold it, let alone take a picture of it. However, there is usually one consistent time a day that I get to hold this little girl for longer than 10 seconds before she runs away and that is right after nap time when the drowsy is wearing off. I took this picture during one of our rare cuddle times.
Carole Lynn Pearson has a poem that starts out: "look your little hand fits mine like the pit in a plum. . . . . ." I love the poem and when I see a little hand I think of it!
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