My daughter always wants to hold my hand. Even when I am juggling a Diet Coke, a camera, a diaper bag and my bag, I try to meet her request. I know this stage won't last long at all. I always want to remember the little face I see when I look down. Those big eyes looking at me and that little hand stretched out looking for mine.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment