Walking along the canal with my girls this evening, Ameli wanted to get out of the trike and walk. As we set off on foot again, she said “Hand?” and slipped her palm-sized hand into mine. I shot up a prayer, a mental note, willing myself to remember forever the feeling of that little hand resting so completely in mine.


Moments: “Hand”

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