Butterfly kisses

Jessica has taken to waking up once, if not twice in the night again. Not sure why – I’m suspecting a growth spurt and, well, the fact that she can’t get enough of being in my arms. Mommy’s do that you know.
And I was on my way to getting annoyed last night when I was burping her and she takes her tiny little hand and strokes my neck for the first time.
I can’t think of a word to explain that emotion. She showed me she loved me. I’m crying just writing about this.
She took her tiny hand, stretched it out to me and stroked my neck. Light as a feather but with tender endearment and man-o-man am I severely in love.

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