On the way home from work, I passed a building called “Little Hands Preschool” – and I immediately thought, of course, of our baby’s tiny hands.

He’s able to grab things, now – and he reaches for stuff. He can hold his little bumblebee maraca & shake it, though not to any real rhythm. His thumbs still tend to fold in, but he’ll sometimes grab with his hand wide open.

I wonder what he’ll do once he learns to use his hands. Will he play the piano? Will he learn to type? How will he hold a pencil? What kinds of things will he write?

Someday, I’ll teach him to use a hammer, or how to hold a game controller. We’ll hold hands throughout the years, and his little fist that I can barely grasp a single finger will one day be as big as mine.

What a strange little fellow. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store.