I regret not saving the hands.

When Sebastian started pre-school, he had a biut of separation anxiety. His teacher suggested I give him something of mine to keep in his cubby or backpack, so he would know I was always near. Sebastian and I couldn't really come up with anything he wanted to take. He just said he wanted to be able to hold my hand. So we traced our hands on construction paper, cut them out, and taped them together like we were shaking hands. Every year on first-day-of-school eve, we'd make a new pair. I thought for sure he would not want to do it this year, but he does. And now I'm sad that I didn't think to save all the paper hands :( That would have been something great to look back on when he graduates from high school :(