A Little Note about Little Hands

Some nights when I lay down with the Little Man to settle him for bed, he puts his little hand up to my cheek, sighs, and says "Mom, I wuv you", or takes a hold of my hand and says "Mommy, can I talk a you?" It makes his mom's heart melt. His little hands are perfect - never dry, but not sweaty, just slightly damp, gentle little boy hands that manage to smell like corn dog and soap and banana and fishing reel oil all at the same time. Those little boy hands, I love them.