Holding

We’ve held hands before, when he’s needed help managing a big step, or when we’ve traversed a parking lot, but he’s not usually the one to initiate holding.  A few days ago, as Andy pushed him in the stroller, Tuck offered his chubby, tanned fist to me and asked, “Hand?”  He held his arm out, finger tips extended as though they were antennae through which love entered and exited his body, and he slipped his hand into mine, squeezing tight.  I hope the emotional pull of that small gesture is never diminished.

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JEB