Caden woke up in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm. He usually sleeps right through them, but I heard him cry out around 4:30 a.m. I sat with him on the glider and held and rocked him for a while. He's still little enough to snuggle in my lap, and he loves being rocked. I love that. I made sure he was okay, and then I gently put him back in his bed and covered him up. I tip-toed to the door, and just as I was about to leave, I heard him say, "Mommy!" I walked over and whispered, "What, baby?" and I saw his little hand go up in the air. It was dark, but in the glow of the nightlight, and as I leaned in a little closer, I could see he was doing the sign for "I love you."
As exhausted as I am right now, that little wake up call was the sweetest thing ever.