A couple of mornings ago, I opened my eyes to see Noah standing at the edge of my bed, with his little hand gently patting the top of my head. I eased out of bed (2:30am) for an after-midnight snack.
He said, "dad i'm hungry", so I scooped him up and we headed to the kitchen and he ate a peanut butter sandwich, a cup of apple sauce, and drank a glass of milk. It was certainly a series of magical moments as I turned off the lights and tucked him back into bed. So now you see just how beautiful my dreams are every morning ;-)
