My little boy likes to grab hold of my hand and hold it while he walks around, like just down the hall, in the backyard, to the potty. I love it. He, grabs a hold of my hand, and he holds it. He has a good little grip and it grips all the way to my heart. With all the frustrations we have, he loves me and has his special little boy place in this mama's heart.
Thank you Father, for my little Monkey!