Monday, January 11, 2010

A Hand to Hold

The other night my sweet boy Carson had a bad dream. He asked if he could sleep with me and I carried him to our bed half asleep. He snuggled in and just as I was about to drift back to sleep he whispered, "Mom?" I think I mustered up a "huh?" and he so sweetly whispered, "Hold my hand".
I'll happily hold your hand anytime sweetie!