Holding hands

Graham and I went to the mall yesterday to Game Stop so he could get a new game. It was a beautiful day and I looked over at my youngest child and thought," My God, he's almost as big as I am." I was feeling kind of nostalgic and I said, "Graham, I miss holding your little hand sometimes." He said, "mom, you can hold my hand any time."

Awwww, so we held hands walking into the mall. Graham then said that he didn't care what other people thought, in fact he'd wear pink if it was his favorite color.

It made me think about the choices we've made as parents and I couldn't be more grateful then the choice to keep them home with us. I'm grateful for this choice more than ever since my kids are again choosing to go to school part time. As long as they are happy I am happy.