The perfect silky softness of his skin, so much so that sometimes I don’t actually feel it — like touching a cloud.
His hand curled into a fist up against my breast like a warm, damp lump of clay.
His laugh, effervescent like bubbles pouring out of his mouth.
The perfect light in his eyes, like little blue jewels surrounded by those lashes! staring into mine while he nurses.
That beautiful gummy smile.
The weight of his body settling onto my shoulder drifting right back into the sleep he just left.
That soft sweet spot at the nape of his neck where his hair turns back into fluff, where he giggles and scrunches away when you brush the tickle spot.