Paige insists on holding my hand all the time. Mostly when we are out in public and she might feel out of her element. If I try to let go she flops herself on the ground in a monstrous fit. When I offer my hand back the world is set right.
She is such a funny combination of fiercely independent and uncertainty.
She goes right up to people and will also just take off and wonder around. So the times that she is clinging to my leg or insisting on holding tight to my hand seems funny to me. Although it can make things difficult, I try to enjoy it while it lasts.
When it comes down to it, I love that she needs and wants me so close.
