After ~thirty-five years as an adult and not knowing what’s it’s all about, I am now able to relate to this short essay below (re: a child’s hand laying casually on your arm, or their hand touching/exploring your face, or a tiny hand in your hand, walking together, outside), due to a little girl entering my life four years ago. It’s been a truly wonderful, and beautiful, eye opening experience for me.
I am so fortunate to be loved by her, and by those that have welcomed me into her life.
