Remember

I remember sitting in church playing the 'dead hand game'. That's what I used to call it. It's the one where you hold the other persons wrist tightly and squeeze their hand so much the blood stops flowing evenly and it turns white. Then, you let it go and it feels so weird and looks rad while the blood rushes back in.

I sat and watched Ryan introduce this game to Samuel today. I felt somewhat nostalgic while I watched his eyes get bigger in fascination at the sensation. I don't know why but it made me smile and feel so grateful for the simple memory.