Little Hands

We all held our breath and waited for the news. My friend Dorothy's grandbaby was being born 21 weeks premature. It was tough for her daughter, who had a miscarriage before getting pregnant with little Sam.

He was hanging on, but not without complications. So many things could go wrong. He had tubes all over him, and he could not be held yet.

The sweet little one could squeeze your hand though. That's all they could do, touch his little hand.

A couple of days later she sent us pictures, including the one at the top of this page. I was mesmerized by that tiny little hand.

When I closed my picture viewing software another picture popped up. One I had saved long ago but not opened in quite some time. It was of a young girl, an angel, spreading roses at the foot of steps to heaven. I felt like I had been given a message. It was not Sam's time, and he would be fine.

Well Sam is fine now, a beautiful baby boy! at the time of this writing, he is 17 weeks old and weighs 10 lbs!

....and that angel picture still pops up from time to time. I have to smile.

Sam is 2 weeks old and was born 21 weeks premature. His tiny, delicate fingers don't completely wrap all the way around his mothers one. He is covered with gauze and tubes and wires. What I see, what I notice, are those tiny little fingers. Those fingers will dig in the dirt and throw balls and splash in the water soon. His parents will provide him with a healthy and nurtured life as he grows to be a young man. He is blessed. How many other little tiny hands are there in the world right now who need that nurturing? What can we do, in our comfortable lives, to help them? Let us give them the gift of our love, and vow to help them in every way possible. Thank you Sam for your inspiration!