So many places to go........so many things to see.........so many hands to hold. The WCG can be a handful. (is that a pun?) Remember when reaching up and holding onto a hand made us feel totally safe? Life was so much simpler then. Of course, I am reaching an age when people are insisting on holding my hand again. A lot of times the world's most active grandchild grabs your hand to lead you where he wants to go - or where he wants you to go.
Middle photo is yesterday splashing in a stream which empties into the sea. The future Jacques Cousteau's mother had just put a shirt on the world's cutest explorer who had been celebrating the arrival of summer immersed in the sand and water wearing only his birthday suit and his sun hat (gotta remember that hole in the ozone). Auntie R insisted that her feet were frozen, but no way was she letting go of that little hand.
Maybe we should all hold hands more often. Couldn't hurt.
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