Melted Hearts

My little (I'm big!) boy is sick with fever and aches. He has reverted back to his habit from when he was still a baby (and then a toddler) and needed to feel safe and connected. He digs his fingers into my warm armpit and then falls deep asleep. 

 

There was a time when this annoyed me: his nails were too sharp, his fingers too cold.

Now, after too many weeks or even months of Big Boy, this small return to a unique baby-habit... my heart melts. 

How did I get entrusted with this special soul? 

XO