The joys of motherhood

Last night I did nothing out of the ordinary. Every night, before I got to bed, I always go into Zachary's room to make sure he is sleeping well and that the temperature is perfect for him. Well, last night when I went into his room at 11:15pm, he was wide awake, standing in his crib. He smiled when I walked in, grabbed his blanket and held out his arms. What was I supposed to do? Of course I picked him up. I cuddled him for a bit and he pointed at the door. I put him down and asked him what he wanted. So he ran to my room and patted the bed. What could it hurt? We climbed into bed and turned on Thomas the Train. He sat for a minute, then, he held his blanket tight, and laid down on my chest, eventually putting both arms around me. My heart melted. I wanted nothing more than to freeze that moment in time.
Zachary has never spent the night in our bed, and as much as I wanted to let him do it last night, after around 3o min, I put him to bed. He held me so tight, and cried the second we walked into his room.
Those are the nights I am going to treasure. The ones where everything seems perfect, and nothing can harm you. The one where the one person who you love more than anything, and would do anything for, finds comfort just being with you.