I love it. . .

when Daniel rubs his soft, little baby hands across mine.
When he holds my hand with both of his, as if to say, "Don't go Mom."
When he holds one of my fingers with all his might.
When he lays he little head down next to mine.
I love it when he smiles with his whole body, kicking and squealing in glea.
I love it when he laughs and sticks out his tongue, making funny little noises to talk with me.
When he's tickled and laughs and coos, how I love this little boy God has given me.
I love it when he stops in the midst of eating, to smile and chat with me.
I love to see him learn something new and watch as he wonders at all around him.
When he grabs at everything in sight and tries to taste it and get a bite.
I love the way he grows so excited to see me, the way his face lights up and fills with joy.