we held hands.

i sat down at the end of the sofa.
ben was sitting on the opposite end, playing with his ipad.
i had my computer on my lap, checking work emails and catching up on the afternoon's happenings.
there were three or four pillows piled in between us but i noticed ben looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
i stretched my hand across the pillows and he reached his out almost instantly.
we held hands there for a second or two, and then in one quick, swift motion, he was climbing over the pillows and slid right down next to me.
i smiled at him and he smiled at me and leaned his head back into my chest.
i wrapped my arm around him and gave him a squeeze.
he felt so soft and his hair smelled like watermelon, and i held back tears as i thanked God over and over and over for giving me this little boy.