Momma, Hold Me

As I was putting AJ to bed tonight and he was on my shoulder resting, he took my hand and put it up against his face and wouldn't let me move it.  Each time I would try to slightly move it, he would take his hand and move my hand right back to his cheek where he wanted it to rest.  It was almost as if he was saying, 'Momma, hold me.'  My sweet AJ - I will always hold you and never let you go.

A little blurry...

But he didn't want me to let go.