Roark was crying around midnight so I went into the room and watched him for a minute – he was struggling to get comfortable, looking around for someone to pick him up. I scopped him up into my arms and carried him back to bed with me. I know that this won’t last long –that he will be big and brave and won’t need me like this soon enough. I laid down, him beside me, sharing a pillow and squishing under the covers. He leaned into me, his forehead against mine, noses touching. His little hand reaching up stroking my face as he fell asleep. It was by far one of his sweetest moments and I wish it could have lasted forever.