Holding Her Hands

August 23, 2007

I look at her.  At her precious baby hands.

Pudgey. 

Ivory. 

Dimpled.

Perfect and beautiful.

Clenched in fists when she’s awake, they unfurl like a flower as she dreams.

Her fingers wrapped tightly around mine, I nearly melt. 

And in that moment, a rush of joy and love and disbelief at the miracle I hold.

Life is beautiful.

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Holding Her Hands

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