… this boy of mine is a mini-me. He can fall asleep just about anywhere. And he wants to be near people when he sleeps — like he’s searching for comfort or safety. Rarely does a night go by where I don’t find him asleep on the floor in the hallway next to my office … or he crawls into bed with me at some point during the night. I figure, he’ll only be little once …

On this particular night, we were all downstairs playing games and I walked up to find him close enough to us where he could still hear us but wouldn’t get into trouble for not being in his bed.  How can this not melt a mothers heart?