Holding Your Hand

Before I start there are a couple of things you need to know about me: I'm a light sleeper and I hate being wakened up. I also have a very hard time going to sleep without Joey by my side.  Now that we have that out of the way, Joey had gone to work early and Isa hopped in bed with me. All of a sudden she sat right up, yanked the covers down, looked for my hand, grabbed it, pulled the covers up, rolled over and closed her eyes without saying a word. At that moment, lying in bed holding Isa's hand, I felt another layer of the wall around my heart melt.

It was over a year ago when Isa had spent a couple of nights sleeping with me because Joey went out of town. We were talking before we went to sleep remembering our day and answering all her questions when she said "Mom, aren't you glad I'm sleeping with you since Daddy's gone, you don't have to be alone." I could sense the satisfaction in her voice as if she were saving the day for someone else. I said yes and grabbed her hand. I proceeded to tell her Daddy always holds my hand when we're falling asleep. In an effort to be my hero, she tried her best to keep holding my hand as she flopped and turned as most five year olds do when they're going to sleep. Finally, after about 20 minutes, she whispered, "Mom can we stop holding hands yours is too sweaty." Of course, I answered, laughing on the inside at her comment. I was so thankful for the effort she put forth. As if that night wasn't enough, a year later she remembered a tiny gesture. It wasn't so much the gesture as much as it was that she remembered.

I can't believe how big this little hand is getting

Is your day too busy to remember the little things that make someone else's? I'm talking about the things that say I wasn't too busy for you, I thought about you, I love you enough to remember. It could be opening the car door, picking a movie "they" would like, going on a walk, picking up someone's favourite candy while at the grocery store or it could just be holding a hand.