...literally. Hold you kids' hands. I was on my way home from Nate's softball game, it was later than usual for getting home, getting bathed and going nite-nite, so Griff was a little needy.
When he's tired in the car he often asks, "Mama, hand..." He wants to hold my hand. It is so sweet, and yet so uncomfortable to wrangle my hand back there just so he can grab my finger. Within minutes my arm starts to tingle, burn and go to sleep. If I take it away, he cries. And sometimes I have to, out of fear that my arm might actually fall off-and with another little one on the way, I really do need two arms.
So, I was about to squirm my arm free, when I hear, "I love you, Mama." MELTS. MY. HEART. It's really more like, "I luuuzzz you, Mama," and it is the sweetest thing Griffin has ever uttered. Now, it's not like this was completely un-prompted. I had been saying how much I loved him the whole ride home and he has said it before. But this was after a relative period of silence and somewhat of his own initiation.