Little fingers in my nose

Lucy loves faces. She likes to touch them, I think it's a form of communication for her. Sometimes it's her way of confirming reality; like if we look in the mirror for awhile, she'll turn to me and lay her hand on my cheek. Sometimes it's a greeting; whenever michael gets home from work she likes to put both of her hands on his face. And sometimes she just wants to examine; she runs her little fingers over all the curves of my chin and jaw, tries to get them in my nose and mouth (not in that order).
I want to remember those tiny, mostly gentle, fingers communicating with me through touch, especially when she's older and communicating in much louder ways.