The boys have grown up, so I no longer hold their hands when we go out for fun. Today I walk at such a fast pace that Kai has a hard time following me.
My arms swing back and forth, and suddenly a small hand holds onto mine and nestles in my palm. At that moment my heart is filled with warmth. I think to myself, few things in the world make me feel so blissful as holding the hands of the ones I love...