Holding Hands

It's very sweet how Joshua likes to hold our hands when we walk together. Today, it was super hot in Cambridge--90 degrees, and as I was walking him to school, we were both sweating profusely (we share that characteristics) and our palms getting soaked. I suggested to him, "How about today let's not hold hands because we are so hot and sweaty?" "OK daddy," he says. He releases my hand, wipes some sweat off his forehead, and then grabs onto my hand again. I didn't mind. I want to remember these days forever.