HANDS
I love little children...and I miss my grandchildren who all, except for two, live far away in the west. Perhaps that is why my eye was caught by the sweetness of the little hand of a child being held in the hand of his grandmother.
P.S. - Oh, how I wish I had been able to blog when my children were growing up! I know, I know, I had scrapbooking and journaling, but it's just not as snazzy and fun as blogging...and digital SLR cameras, photoshop, lightroom and photobooks. Awesome!
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