For as long as he’s been able to stand, Caden has reached for me like this. The look on his face says it all: he’s almost desperate to be held.
Every time he reaches like this my heart melts. In fact, it almost hurt to make him wait as I shot this photo. I wanted to pick him up so bad, but I also wanted to capture the moment.
When he is upset I pick him up and whisper in his ear, calming him with my words.
This photo comes to my mind every time I’m in church. Others raise their hands in surrender, I raise my hands asking to be “picked up”. My hands look very similar to the way Caden’s hands look in this photo.
Lately my heart has been happy at times, heavy at others. It’s during those heavy times I reach skyward and ask God to pick me up and whisper calming words into my ears.