Each week I try to have Tae finger paint a few times. Honestly he is more interested in stacking the paint jars or playing with the brushes. When Jess got home from his massage I called him over to watch. I painted Tae's palm with paint and he put it up against Jess' and he smiled. It was the cutest thing, but I didn't think much of it.
The next day I was included in an email that was addressed to Tae from Jess. It was the sweetest thing and brought a tear to my ear. Here is what it said,
"You wonderful mom was helping you paint and I was able to come in the tail end and see you in awe of the paint. You were goal was to paint a piece of paper, but more of it was getting on your body.
Mom showed you how to paint my hand and then I reached out to touch your hand and there was a moment where time slowed down and my eyes saw right through to your amazing and beautiful soul! We connected in that brief moment and it brought a tear to my eye, knowing you are a part of me and I am a part of you forever.
I love that man and am so thankful God gave me him. He is such perfect blend of strength and sensitivity.
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