Pat, Pat, Pat

I never knew there would be multiple moments in every day that I literally would be near tears or IN tears over something sweet my baby would do... a little look, a cute new word, a new trick... it leaves me a puddle on the floor. Last night, I was carrying Colin into bed after we read stories- he was waving his usual bye bye to daddy and stopping his usual 5 or so times to give repeated kisses to his papa before disappearing into the bedroom. Last night however, amongst the routine, he promptly put his head on my shoulder, gave me a squeeze and then patted my back... of course a flood of tears followed by mama.