Said a little child so small.
I'm following in your footsteps
And I don't want to fall.
Sometimes your steps are very fast,
Sometimes they are hard to see;
So, walk a little slower, Daddy,
For you are leading me.
Someday when I'm all grown up,
You're what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child
Who'll want to follow me.
And I would want to lead just right,
And know that I was true;
So walk a little slower, Daddy,
For I must follow you.


I really wanted to get pictures of Ben with his two babies but they were not in the mood for pictures. This is the only one we got but I love it. It brings me back to our wedding day when we read our vows. We read the Blessing of the Hands and the moments mentioned in it brings me to tears.
Blessing of the Hands
As you stand here, holding hands, know the gift that you are to one another.
These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow and forever.
These are the hands that will work alongside yours as together you build your future.
These are the hands that will love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other.
These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief wracks your mind.
These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes, tears of sorrow and tears of joy.
These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children.
These are the hands that will help you to hold your family as one.
These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it.
And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch.


3 comments:
Wow! You're picture turned out really awesome! I loved how you posted that poem with it. the two go "hand-n-hand!"
Oh this post made me cry! I love the pics and love, love the poems! You have such a beautiful family!
Beautiful; your children, the poem, the "moment".
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