Small Hands

These hands are small. They’re little boy hands. Rough and tumble. Full of mischief and always ready to explore. The best way to judge a good and productive day is by the amount of dirt on these hands and under these fingernails.

These hands are attached to little arms. Little arms that were made for tight hugs. One of my favorite parts of the day is getting home from work and hearing, “me want to hug e-you.” And hug he does… And my day is instantly a little bit better – no matter what.

The little arms are attached to a smallish body. (Smallish but going through a growth spurt… this little body can pack away the food!) You can’t see it, but inside this smallish body is a heart. A heart that is anything but small. It’s so large that I’m amazed that it can be contained at all.

Benett shows his love in unconventional ways. When someone looks sad or is having a rough day, his way of saying “cheer up, things will be okay” is to give that sad someone his matchbox car/tractor/horse/train/stuffed animal.

He’s also happy to share his food. If you happen to be near him while he’s eating, you’re sure to end up with a morsel. It’s really an act of great kindness, although the recipient of the morsel might not know it. (Sometimes he takes the liberty of chewing it a bit before giving it away.)

He’s great at Eskimo kisses and smooches. Before we left his great grandfather’s house on Saturday, he made everyone laugh when he puckered up and tried to give grandpa a kiss. It was sweet, and genuine.

These hands may be small, but they have done great things. These small hands and big heart make a family complete.