When my son was this age, and younger, he wanted to be in the front seat. He wanted me to hold his hand while I was driving. Well of course I didn’t do that. But at stop lights we’d have hand kisses. We’d take our hand and put the tips of our fingers together and wiggle them, he leaning forward, me with my arm stretching behind me and watching in the rear view mirror while our hands kissed. I can see my son’s eyes through my headrest, like Cole.
*tears* we do that too!! He sneaks his hand around the side of my headrest and makes his fingers talk to me. “Hi Mom! It’s Mee! Colt’s hand!” ❤ Thanks for sharing that memory. xx
Clever. What beautiful expressive eyes.
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When my son was this age, and younger, he wanted to be in the front seat. He wanted me to hold his hand while I was driving. Well of course I didn’t do that. But at stop lights we’d have hand kisses. We’d take our hand and put the tips of our fingers together and wiggle them, he leaning forward, me with my arm stretching behind me and watching in the rear view mirror while our hands kissed. I can see my son’s eyes through my headrest, like Cole.
Beautiful picture. Reminds me of such love.
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*tears* we do that too!! He sneaks his hand around the side of my headrest and makes his fingers talk to me. “Hi Mom! It’s Mee! Colt’s hand!” ❤ Thanks for sharing that memory. xx
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