Today’s word touch.
I knew in a instant what touch I’m grateful for today. To come into contact with, is one of the meaning of touch.
To touch my children’s hand. The first time I felt their little hand with all five fingers wrap around my finger with such strength I was amazed that one so little had such strength. From that moment on I have been blessed to continue holding their hands as they grew. Now their hands are my size and bigger no longer just holding onto my finger but that doesn’t make it any less of a bond, if anything it is more. My hands look more and more like my mother’s as I notice my daughter’s look more like mine did. My son’s hands have lost the boyish look and are now a man’s. How time has touched our lives and marches on but the feeling of my children’s hands in mine will always be what I’m grateful for.
