I love watching Elijah. He does the cutest things with his hands. I particularly love the way that he holds his food. This boy certainly takes after in his mama in a number of areas, and we especially share a love of crackers. It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is, or how much we have just eaten, if you offer one of us a cracker, we will take it! The same applies to ice cream! I’m sure that I’ve already written about Elijah’s habit of holding something in his right hand – sometimes it’s a toy, but often it is a cracker – while he eats with his left hand. The other day I gave him some crayons and paper, and he did the same thing. He held one crayon in his right hand, under the table, and he then proceeded to scribble with his left hand. We have therefore wondered, for quite some time now, whether Elijah is perhaps left handed.
The latest, and my most favorite, thing that Elijah does with those sweet hands is when I pick him up. He softly lays his head into my neck and wraps his arms around my neck. Then he gently sweeps the loose hairs behind my neck to the side so that he can touch my skin. If I lift my chin off his head, he quickly pulls his hand back and grabs my cheek, pushing it back towards his head. He wants my face to be resting on his head while his head rests on my shoulder. ADORABLE! It seems that one of his strongest love languages is personal touch: Just as both Justin’s and mine are. None of us need to be talking, giving to, or serving one another. In fact, those actions flow easily, but they are not needed or expected. We do all, however, need to be close. If I’m running on the treadmill and Elijah comes over to me, I only have to pick him up for a minute or two and walk with him, and then it’s as if his love tanks quickly replenishes and he’s off to play again. He doesn’t need constant attention – but he does like it if we are close and we give him regular cuddles. Sometimes he will come over to me and simply want to hold my hand or die on my lap. In those minutes of the day I like to drop everything and soak up Elijah’s sweetness.
It brings me such joy watching those little hands of his. They are so gentle, so particular, and now so familiar to me. I wish that they could stay this small forever. I love cutting his nails because I get a chance to really look at his hands, and appreciate every little detail on them. Often when we sit watching a movie together, Elijah will hold my hand and I will stop watching to movie to look down at his precious little hands. What will these hands do some day? When I look at this hands, I am reminded that as his parents, we are the ones who are meant to teach him how to serve with those hands. How to share, how to give, and how to love. At dinner time, we put our hands together and bow our heads when we pray. We do this so that hopefully soon Eli will recognize that we are praying… for now, he just keeps looking from Justin to me then back to Justin, over and over again, with a massive grin on his face. Oh sweet Elijah, we love you so much!