Today I am grateful for the sense of touch.
As I sit here and type Georgia is rubbing my arm. It gives her security to rub my arm and feel me there. And of course I love feeling her cute little chubby, dimply hand rubbing me. When I had her the nurses encouraged skin to skin touch to help the me and her bond. I love feeling my kids skin on mine. When I hug Christian I make sure our cheeks are touching. When Jason and I sit on the couch and watch TV we are always touching in some way. My feet on him, holding hands, his head on my shoulder. I love the 5 senses.