Holding hands

One of my present pleasures of motherhood: now that my little guy wants to walk everywhere, he likes to hold my hand when he's walking outside in a new place. We usually spend at least 15 minutes or so at the end of the evening after dinner outside. Lately G likes to walk down our driveway and out on the street (thankfully we live on a cul-de-sac with little traffic)- holding my hand. I'll hope that this lasts a LONG time but I know that his growing confidence and quest for independence will make it shorter that I'd like it to be. For now- I look forward to seeing him reach his hand out for me and feeling those small, chubby fingers hold on to mine. ;)