Hands

Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven.
~ Henry Ward Beecher

Tave has taken to the piano. Well, really it's this mini piano with only four keys. But these four little keys make his day. And consequently, they make mine. He gives this darling smile and giggle. He could stand there all day - just pounding away.

When I look at his hands, I do see a part of heaven. I see my little boy and endless possibilities. I love when those hands reach for me to pick him up, when they wrap around my fingers, when they grab some of my hair, and when they clap in delight.

I love kissing each of his little fingers and wondering what good those hands will do.

And I do feel closer to Heaven.