and when I am gardening these hands are in the dirt.
and when I am doing dishes these hands are in the bubbles.
and when I am pulling out the vacuum these hands are picking up crumbs off the floor.
and when I am holding my beautiful baby these hands are running through my hair. These hands are poking me in the eye or ear or nose or mouth.
These hands are moving rapidly across the floor as Eli becomes a crawler and begins his exploration of the world so large around him. (and as I learn very quickly which things I need to move up and out of reach in a house that has grown used to dangling wires, collections of rocks and breakable dishes.)
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