As we are enjoying the hay ride Saturday, I feel Noah's little hand on my leg. Is it there for balance? Not likely. I suppose he put his hand there to assure himself that I'm right there or to remind me that he's right beside me. I like to think that he just wants to reach out and hold onto me because he loves me. His little touch is so sweet. His touch is not demanding or even asking for anything; he is secure in my love. And my heart soars.