His Little Paws Can Melt My Heart

Since Jack has learned to walk, he hasn't been much of a cuddler. Or a hand-holder. He just goes about his business being busy. When I do get the occasional cuddle, I just melt. (He will probably soon learn to use this good for evil...)

The other day, I took him outside because we could hear a tractor nearby. He (as most boys do) loves anything big with wheels! If it has a big bucket on the front or back, that is a bonus. So, went outside and he was smiling and saying 'tra-or, tra-or". I suggested (as I always do) that we hold hands. He took my hand and said "wa", "wa". (He has not mastered the ability to COMPLETE a word...so I am quite good at translating his gibberish, in this case he meant WALK). We walked toward the noise, and when we rounded the corner he dropped my hand, smiled the biggest smile, and started all over again with "tra-or, tra-or". He would sit and watch for hours if I let him, but I usually start to feel like a stalker after about 5 minutes. I could tell that Jack wanted to go closer but he seemed a little timid, so I just waited patiently for him to move ahead.

And then it happened. He looked at me, held up his sock-mittened hand, and said "han, han". He ASKED me for my hand. AWWWWWWWWW.....this kid is getting his own tractor or car or whatever he wants when he is older.....AWWWWW.

So I gave him my hand, he grabbed it and moved confidently toward the tractors pounding the street to bits. And I was in heaven.

p.s. Jack's hands have always been a weakness of mine. They are so wide, and chubby and dimply and adorable. :)