Day 1207

Holding hands…paws is a comfort for so many. Sam went to Walker today and offered his paw to many. As soon as that boy sits, his paw comes up to rest on the nearest lap, arm or paw. Every single recipient of that paw melts. Sweet Sammy…

I was walking Asher to school this morning and, as he reached for my hand, my heart absolutely whimpered. Of course, he won’t choose to do that forever, so I hold these moments very close and tuck them away for a time he will feel “too grown up” to hold Nanny’s hand. It’s not that far away.

What an interesting phenomenon to place a halt on hand-holding. After childhood, it only seems acceptable for dating and married couples. What a shame.

I remember being in my teens and sitting by my father on the couch. Taking his hand in mine, I traced his fingers and veins with my own finger. From that memory on, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t hold his hand when we sat together. What a gift.

Hold that hand. Hold that paw. You will never regret it! As for Sam, he won’t wait for an invitation…he will share that paw and share the love!