Little Hands Each morning when Ethan arises, he knocks on his door for us to come let him out. Once out of his room, he grabs his "me (blanket)", sucks his thumb, and then, often reaches out for us to take his other hand to guide him to the kitchen to see his brothers.
I love that his hand fits inside of ours. I love that he so willingly submits and takes our guidance. I love that he wants to hold our hands. Oh, it melts me!
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