The Touch of Love

One thing I love about Fridays is the fact that it begins a well needed weekend of recuperation. After a great family trip to Jamaica, the work week was followed by… well, work! And when I got home Kandis was upstairs reading in full “relax” mode and gear. (Pajamas) I asked her if everything was alright. She said that she was having some “me and baby time.” O.K.

I offered to leave and she asked me to stay with her. O.K.

I joined her in the bed and we talked. It was pretty nice. I love talking about the baby. And then Kandis took my hand and placed it under her midsection. “Do you feel that?” she asked. It felt like a hard lump and my first reaction was “Yeah I feel it. What is it?” And that’s when Kandis said, “It’s the baby”. O.K.

I wanted to touch it again. So I asked her to put my hand on the baby again. She said, “O.K.”

I wanted to touch the baby again and again. The baby moved and I felt it.

The baby is so small, but my love for it is so large.

I touched my child today.

It was the touch of love!