The other day while waiting at a stoplight, I reached back and gently placed my hand around the corner of my baby’s car seat. Without being able to see his face, and only toes in frame, I felt his little soft fingers begin gripping onto mine. No words, no noises, just silence, but so much said as our hands connected. As he clutched, I slowly outlined his fingers, rubbing over his nail beds and knuckles, his hands so soft, so perfect, not one...