His blond head is nestled under my chin as he gets his morning bearings.
The middle boy.
Sleep is slow to leave him - and for the moment, his perpetual high speed motion is slowed to real time as he sits in my arms.
He takes my hand & in that moment, i notice how like his daddy's hands his little boy hands are becoming. His broad thumbnail is just an exact replica in miniature. Each thick finger reminds me of those brown hands i love - and i know what these boy hands will one day become.
Oh Father, give me Your Hands...
Make my features so like yours - that others can't help but see the family resemblance.
Make me an instrument that hears your instruction - and obeys.