This was my absolute favorite of my HOF entry. I traced my little guy’s hands on the page and then drew the details. <br><br>Journaling: Maxton, I love your little pudgy hands. I love how you hold on to just one of my fingers when we cross the street and then won’t let go. I love to see you trying to make your hands work just like you want, and how patient you are when they don’t. I love how you grip your spoon with your whole fist. I love how your hands reflect what you’ve done that day—slight stickiness from the sucker at Aunt Melissa’s and marker on the back where Xander got you. I even like the little handprints you leave on the mirror, even if the one there right now gets in my way when I put on my makeup; somehow I can’t seem to clean it off. When you burned your hand, it tugged at my heart to see you bandaged up, hardly complaining about the pain; you are my tough little man. Oh buddy, you grow too fast, someday you’ll be big and I’ll miss your two little hands.