The other day, as I was changing the liner in his diaper pail, Ian reached over the rail of his crib and patted my back. Then he laid his head on my shoulder.
I straightened, and he looked up at me. “What’s up,” I asked. Then he hugged my arm. “Aw, I love you, too,” I said.
Ian raised his arms toward me, and I picked him up. He put his head on my shoulder again, wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed as he patted my shoulder.
As I held back tears, I decided that when Ian raises his arms toward me, I will never, ever refuse to pick him up.