IMMD

This morning Colin was a little needy.  OK... a LOT needy.  He woke up and stood in his crib, crying (in his hoarse, I'm-just-getting-over-being-sick voice) and reached both arms up in a rather obvious plea.  All he wanted was to be held, so...  I picked him up.  (duh)

He threw his arms around my neck, nestled his head into the crook of my neck, gave me a whole-body hug, and stayed that way.  Utterly content because he was in my arms.

It made my day.