He nonchalantly pushes his knees up against uterus and presses his hand to his face with a "peek-a-boo!" I channel a message: "I love you."
His flexing fingers grab hold of distinct toes. And I realize something - he feels entirely secure.
The complex world has yet to bombard him. Nothing worries him. He knows with every cell that he is safe. He swims carelessly within his sphere of love. God's love and my love nestle him.
So he pulls on his toes. And rocks contentedly.