Sticky Sweaty Boy Hands

There is a path that we have been walking along each evening. We walk for about a mile and visit while the boys chase the various wildlife determined to catch each and every jack rabbit, bird or ground squirrel that they see. They also have a great time pointing out all the hobo artifacts. Micah has Harmon believing that all the bits of litter are hobo remnants. It's pretty funny listening to him shout out each time he sees something that use to be a hobo's. Although it is a bit embarassing when he shouts "there's a hobo" when he sees someone who looks a bit rough.

Tonight we were walking along and, as usual, Porter was holding my hand in a tight grip. He likes to get a hold of my hand and Micah's hand and then swing himself. I was feeling a little grossed out because Porter's hand was so warm and sticky. Thinking about all the germs incubating in his warm sweating palm just about did me in. I took my hand out of his. He grabbed back for it and I thought to myself, It will not be long that he will want to hold my hand so tightly. I had better enjoy his sweet, warm, sticky, germy hand and all the love and trust that came with it. There's always a little soap.