The Love of Tiny Fingers

At some point, Clive reached out his pointer finger very slowly. His finger was curved and shook a little. He held it there for a while until the baby figured out that she could reach it and grab hold. He swung her finger back and forth. She stared with rapt attention and smiled even wider. I could have thrown myself on the floor from the beauty of it all. Thank you God for my view today, I thought.