Holding Hands

This morning, they were cracking up because they went to hold hands and realized there were no fingers on that side. And in true Lucky Fin fashion, they adapted and held elbows, which only brought them closer together.

My Daughter, The Teacher

My January post for No Hands But Ours is up today. I would be humbled if you took a moment to read it and share your thoughts with me.

“One of the lessons I often repeat to my daughter and son is that sometimes little people and big people are scared of differences, and that they might be the first to teach someone that even though we are different, we can still be friends.”