Nothing quiet like being held. Babies who are cuddled thrive – those fed and diapered but not held have been known to die. Recently I witnessed a precious groom sweetly cradle his new bride’s face in his hand as he kissed her. Just look…
Sometimes just need to be held? I know, me too. My seven month old grandson too. He’ll play, then turn and see me, and crawl right up lifting little arms. Bet God wishes that’s what we would do – when we wonder what to…
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