I sat and listened to a friend of mine share a story about the last time his son held his hand. The boy was twelve. The occasion was more than 15 years old at this point and yet my friend Bob remembered every detail. He was very conscience at the time that this would probably be the last time it would happen. 

My kids are young. I have never given thought to the reality that one day that display of affection might stop. Now with Anna it is unlikely. She has the disposition of a lifetime hand holder. But with Max… The jury is still out. 

All I can say is that I love it now.

I love his simple ability to trust. I love the way he throws himself recklessly into any activity as long as I am around. I love his unabashed willingness to stick his hand up in the air and reach for mine.  

I suppose I should just enjoy it while it lasts.