The Little Hand That Held My Heart – A Story of Tiny Treasures Right, so, picture this: it was a blustery Tuesday, just last month, and my lovely friend, Sarah, had finally brought her little bundle of joy, Lily, home. Now, I’ve seen my fair share of tiny babies, of course, but there was something about Lily, all squishy and new, that just melted my old, calloused heart. Sarah, bless her, looked utterly exhausted but absolutely radiant, holding that tiny hand like it was the most delicate, important thing in the whole wide world. And it was, wasn't it? Just seeing those minuscule fingers, thos...
