holding hands

Do you ever get an overwhelming feeling of love when you hold someone’s hand?  Especially when it’s a chubby, dimpled baby hand that feels so fragile and small in your much larger {wrinkled} adult hand? Wynter grabbed my hand today as we were walking to the elevator in our hotel.  She wasn’t particularly happy about something and came to grab my hand for reassurance.  I…

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day four of our italy tour

Let’s see … where did I leave off?  Did I mention the serious jet lag our kids suffered?  I think it was Monday night they would not go to sleep.  Time outs in a dark room, threatened removal of all next-day ice cream, nothing worked!  They finally went to sleep around midnight.  Taylor couldn’t sleep in her room and came in around 12:30.  I finally…

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