Perfect Little Hands
I love baby noises, baby smells, baby smiles, soft baby skin, and baby wiggles. Most of all, I love baby hands.

This, of course, is Granddaughter Sydney holding my finger while I was in Idaho last week. So soft, so tiny, so completely precious.

Yes, I had a wonderful visit. I loved her before I ever met her and I love her more now.

I can't say that we know each other, because she is barely a month old. By the time I see her again in August, she will need to learn my face all over again.

She won't remember when she was four weeks old and I held her, loved her, walked her, rocked her, sang to her, and she held my finger.

But I'll never forget.