Melting my heart
I've got a habit now of resting my hand on my chest as I feed baby. When he is over the initial "I need milk give me milk now" and settles into the feed, he usually reaches over and places his hand on mine.
Usually it's a grasp with sharp little finger nails. As many times as we cut and file them, they're always still sharp. Like little piranha teeth.
This time, it was a soft hand. A gentle placing of his open palm on the outside of my hand. And it made my heart melt.
It feels like my heart drops to my stomach, then slowly crawls back up into place. As it's climbing back up, it has the ability to make it harder to breathe.
It's one of the best feelings in the world.