Posted by: thewhimsicalbee | April 2, 2014

Pondering Baby Hands

As my little one was snuggled in my arms napping, he had one hand over his face. I studied that hand, all the little dimples and the smoothness. I thought about how much I love baby hands.


After I put him to bed last night, I watched him sleep. Watched his little hands rest on his tummy. Watched his chest rise and fall. Watched him wiggle his head around until he was comfy.

And I gazed at our sweet boy, I was struck by the thought, “Did Mary think about moments like this? As she watched her son, our savior, be nailed to a cross–did she remember his baby hands? Did she remember sweet moments from when he was a babe, nestled safely in her arms?”

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