Hands

Hands are pretty special aren't they?

They can be used for so many things. To help or to harm. To heal or to hurt. In love or in hate. To create or to destroy.

These podgy little mitts belong to my darling baby boy - light of my life, bane of my existence! 'Sfunny though, even when the little monster cherub has kept me up all night, all it takes to make me melt in a puddle of forgiveness is those hands raised toward me for a cuddle in the morning.

One of my bestest things is holding hands with my boys - need to grow an extra arm though so the biggest one doesn't feel left out ;-)