I am obsessed with little things. Often times my kids will be doing something totally mundane and normal and I will become super emotional at how miraculous it is. I will try to commit the moment to memory, or even better, will trek down a flight of stairs and grab my camera to document it. I firmly believe that one day it will be the little things that seem the biggest.
Like tiny little toes that need help getting on socks. And tiny, grubby fingers messy with graham crackers, clutching the cars they have to carry wherever we go. Some days those hands could be anything… a surgeon, mechanic, author, mathematician, loving father…and those feet may carry him away from me…but today, they are little and all mine.