A returning tap

Tonight for the first time, I felt the baby move against my hand. Every other time I've put my fingers against my belly, all I've felt is the rhythmic beat of my own pulse. Tonight there was a bit of movement going on, little flutters of activity. I pressed my fingers against the belly and there it was, the barest soft taps in an erratic pattern returning my touch. It was almost electric. I pulled my hand away in surprise, but happy surprise. It took a few minutes of rooting around but I felt those returning taps again, and then once more before I started crying. Happy tears, of course. I hope this becomes a nightly ritual between us, Blasto, because it was the best.