Oh, the Inexpressible Delight

Yes, pure delight.  To scoop up my little grandson out of his carseat where he'd fallen asleep on the way home, and have him wrap his little arms around my neck and snuggle into my shoulder.  Once he was in my arms he awakened a little, so we stopped for a while to "rock" in the front swing.  He'd stir a bit, check out where he was, and then nestle back against my shoulder.  There aren't words to express how gratifying this shared tenderness was, but I treasure it in my heart.