Hold My Hand

Chetan's been walking for quite some time now and it seems every time I look at him, he's doin something new. Lately he's starting holding our hand when it's offered to him. Sometimes on his own, he holds out his hand to be held. And the feeling of those little fingers encircling my own is indiscribable. It's such a tender beautiful thing to have a child's hand pressed into yours. There's so much trust, innocence, faith there. I still haven't lost that feeling I feel whenever he holds my hand and I hope I never do.

Life is so precious. There's so much beauty in the everyday moments.