While I was babysitting my youngest granddaughter yesterday, she kept grabbing onto my hand and holding it. It's that stage she's at and she loves to touch everything. So I took this picture. I love the contrast between her small little hand and my big hand. Her's is soft and flawless and mine is aged and wrinkled. I can still feel her little warm grip as she held on.
I'm very happy with my word challenge HANDS.
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