My dear little one,
Sometimes I sit and just stare at my your tiny little hands. I try and observe every little crack and line, the way they curve and crinkle, if they seem bigger than the last time I looked closely. I want to remember them this way; the way you grasp at my finger tinfind comfort, or run them gently along my chest when you nurse.
They are soft and squishy. And they're already getting stronger. I can tell because sometimes you grab my hair or my shirt or whatever happens to be in front of you, and won't let go till I pry it out of those teeny fingers.
I know one day your hands will be those of a strong man, no longer those that fit in mine.. And sometimes I just feel so sad about that...I wonder if I will always miss these tiny little hands?
I can remember my mama's hands so vividly.ahe would have loved holding you in them. They were the most loving, comforting hands. Sometimes I can see parts of her hands in mine. And that makes my heart sing, because in some small way it helps me to feel closer to her. I hope, when you think of my hands, they being you the comfort and love my mama's still bring me.
I love you to the Milky Way and back, a thousand times over...