The touch of a baby

There is nothing sweeter than the touch of a baby. Patrick has discovered our faces.  He loves to pat our noses, put his fingers on our lips and of course grab at glasses and hair.  He is learning with every touch, pull and grab.  Usually I set him straight.  Pull his hand away and say no pulling, no grabbing, no glasses.  But at night it's a different kind of touch.  We have our night time bottle, get ready for bed and say our good nights the same way everynight.  We head upstairs, turn off the light and sit in the rocking chair and cuddle up.  He cuddles his face into the crook of my arm and reaches up and lays his hand on my cheek almost as to say good night, I love you mom.  It brings tears to my eyes as he pulls his sweet hand back to his body, closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.  I love my boy.  More than words can express.