I am grateful for my baby’s touch. I am grateful when he is starting to drowse and with one hand he sucks his thumb and with the other he reaches up to explore my face. I am grateful for his tiny hand caressing my cheek even as he’s closing his eyes. I am grateful for those perfect, miniature fingertips that I kiss over and over as they brush over my lips. I am grateful for the gentle pulling as he absently tugs on my hair before his last deep sigh upon finally falling asleep.