The Blinking Game

 Late, one spring evening, it was finally time to get the children ready for bed. I started feeding Hyrum his last bottle of the day on the couch. The house was in a crazy state, and it had just started to get dark outside. He was all snuggled up in his favorite blanket, safe in my arms. I stared off at the clock and reflected on the day. Suddenly I felt a warm, tiny hand touch my cheek. Hyrum was trying to get my attention. I looked down at him as he continued to enjoy his warm bottle. He rubbed his sweet little hand on my cheek and touched my nose and lips. We made eye contact and he gave me two purposeful blinks. His eyes closed so tightly that little wrinkles appeared and his long, dark eye lashes brushed against his baby cheeks. As he blinked he would let go of his bottle for a moment to grin. I blinked back, three times. He copied, blinking three times in a row. They were cute, slow blinks. It was almost as if he was saying, "I love you" with his eyes. Although his sister was trying to get my attention and the house was cluttered with toys, we were able to escape for a tender moment together snuggled on the couch. This is another one of those sweet moments that I never want to forget.