I have always loved babies.
A new-born baby has such lovely, tiny hands -- so delicate and sacred -- same with his feet.
It makes my heart tender when I see babies, I almost don't want to carry them because they're so fragile.
But carry I did, almost all my nephews, nieces, godchildren, and my special, special sis.
And when I commute to town alongside other passengers, I'm constantly fascinated by those hands and feet that would sometimes tap my arm or leg as I sit beside them.
To be touched by a baby is a God-given gift for me.
Watch how he taps his Dad's hand affectionately in glee at the end of this short trailer:
Another tap of that tiny hand sends a different message in this video:
I mean, look, such tiny hands but such power!
Could be lethal, too, and he's just getting to know his many powers.
He almost incinerated mistaken-thief raccoon here:
One day, I suppose he can tell others to "talk to the hand" if they're being mean or rowdy.
For now, what he cannot say in words, he says with his hands, a look, or his delicious baby talk.
Jack-Jack is LIFE.
He is pure expression.
I pray he remains one-year-old and no older for he's at his cutest, purest, and most magnificent.
