Holding hands

This morning as you sat at the breakfast table eating your bowl of cereal, still in your green fuzzy footed pajamas and your hair still just a little crazy, you quietly called me over and whispered if I would hold your hand while you ate.

Kayla, I will always sit and hold your hand. Always. Anytime you ask.

I love to hold your sweet soft little hand. I love when you slip your fingers around my hand and hold on tightly. Just Mommy and Kayla. Holding hands.

Thank you for asking me to hold your hand. Let's hold hands forever.