Pete and I have both been sick, which made for a very long week. We’re finally on the mend and feeling better, but Pete woke up crying in the middle of the night on Friday. I usually give it a few minutes to see if he’ll settle back down but then I heard a “hug, Mama?” so I went in to check on him. He stood up for a hug and wanted to snuggle. As we rocked in the glider, he looked into my eyes and said “I love you Mama”. I melted. And then cried. Those words from his little lips might just be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. As he drifted off to sleep in my arms (a very rare occurrence) I felt like the luckiest person in the world. Because of him, I am.