Holding Finn last night, he scrutinized the van dyke beard on my chin. He reached out and touched it, again and again, clumsily running his fingers through my hair.
It took me a second to realize what he was doing. Reaching! Controlling his movements so that he could examine something! Making a physical connection to me.
This has been the richest joy of parenting so far: noticing when new little abilities and interests come online for him. Realizing that I mean something to him is a bonus.
I sure do love that kid!