Tiny Hands

I love the way Isobel now reaches out to hold onto things, grasping them in her tiny hand. I love the way she holds onto the edge of the table as she sits on my lap, clasps the changing table as we play silly games whilst changing her nappy. I remember visiting my friend Rose in Perth and watching her and her then 3 year old, Harriet, read a story together with Harriet's little hand resting on her mummy's leg. That moment has stayed with me as I hoped one day I would have a little person who would rest their tiny hand on me.