Holding little hands

There is nothing like holding the hand of a child. When there is a small hand in mine I feel the trust of the child holding my hand and of a Father in Heaven who intrusted one of his choice children into my care. It is very humbling.
 My girls are getting too big to hold my hand and my son thinks holding my hand is a punishment, so I do not hold many little hands these days. Today my Missy Mouse (daughter number 3) earned a date with BOTH Mom and Dad. She was very excited as we walked down the parking lot and she held my hand and jumped up and down in excitement. She was so excited to have BOTH parents all to herself. It warmed my heart and helped me feel blessed to have a few "hand holding" days of childhood left to share with my children.