Mateusz is reaching. He is exploring the world not just with his eyes, which always seem to be daring around the room, but with his hands. He studies his hands. He holds his hands. But I love seeing him reach for things and show his preference or interest.
Today we lay in bed. He reached out to me and grabbed my face. He touched my nose, my lips, and ran his hands around my cheeks. All the while looking at me with an intensity and gravity not many adults have mastered. He was learning me. He was seeing me. Exploring my face, exploring me. He was getting to know this humane, this woman, his mama by her face.