{"id":661,"date":"2020-03-24T00:37:10","date_gmt":"2020-03-24T00:37:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/?p=661"},"modified":"2020-08-07T21:49:18","modified_gmt":"2020-08-07T21:49:18","slug":"661","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/2020\/03\/24\/661\/","title":{"rendered":"Eyeing A Child&#8217;s Hand"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Sitting in the seat behind him, all I could see was his hand on the window frame.&nbsp; As the train rocked back and forth in a quiet rhythm my thoughts traveled to many years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I remember those sweet smooth rounded fingers and how your hand would grasp mine while walking or when you felt the slightest fear. I remember those big brown eyes and fluffy blond hair with your bangs cut straight across your forehead. What a beautiful face and warm smile you had. I can hear you say, \u201cMommy, what if\u2026..\u201d And I remember how your imagination would conjure up all sorts of scenarios for me to solve. I remember hugging you close to me and feeling my heart leap to my throat with joy. I remember our tears when we first learned to say good-bye. Our joy at being reunited. I remember how you would run and jump into my arms. All those giggles and kisses. So long ago. So alive in me still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u00a9Elisabeth Noone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting in the seat behind him, all I could see was his hand on the window frame.&nbsp; As the train [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-661","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/661","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=661"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/661\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":711,"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/661\/revisions\/711"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=661"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=661"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/elisabethnoone.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=661"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}