Little Hands...

Grandchild's Hand

The promise of tomorrow
And the hope of dreams come true....
A reminder of a childhood
That's still a part of you....
The wonder of a miracle
From which this love began.... 

There is so much found in the touch 

Of holding a grandchild's hand.

At Cash’s flag football game yesterday, Colby was taking pictures with my phone. I was looking at the photos last night and I was deeply touched by the ones that he took of me holding Grahm’s little hand. I never want to forget what it feels like to hold my grandson’s hands. Cash, Colby, and Grey still let me hold their hands. Yesterday when I took Cash for a birthday date, he let me hold his hand. 

I dedicate this post to my grandchildren. For me and I imagine for most grandparents, there’s a special bond with their grandchildren. I never want that to change. So many memories have been made over the past eight years that have brought me so much joy and happiness. I love them unconditionally, it’s magical. 

Sometimes I feel a tug in my heart as my grandchildren are getting older. I feel the ugliness of the world tip toeing upon them. They will have to choose wisely and they will make a few mistakes. They will enter that independent stage in their life, they will want to spread their wings and fly out of the nest. I’m glad that won’t be for a few more years. In the meantime I hope they will always know that Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, Pops, and Nana, and others friends and family, will always walk with them… hand in hand. 

I hope the memories we have made will be something they can look back on and gain strength from when they need it. I hope we will continue to spend a lot of time holding hands, laughing, learning, and having fun.