As I am doing his top two buttons, he watches me carefully. Just as I am finishing up, ready to let him try the bottom three buttons, he says, "Momma, you have beautiful hands".
Simple as that. He is such a wonderful little boy.
And the truth of the matter is, in the world's eyes, my hands are *anything* but beautiful. I have sorta short, chubby, kinda stubby fingers, with nails that have a tendancy to break easily. Not all that "beautiful". But in my sons eyes, my hands are beautiful.
Isn't that wonderful?
(Talitha in Momma's hand at one month old)