It was one of those nights when Baby Boy woke up at 3am soaking wet with sweat (ask me how many times I have told DH NOT to put him to bed in fleece) screaming for juice. Funny how the men never wake up for these episodes.
After a stumbling trip to the kitchen to get him liquid (and realize the cat was locked in the pantry) I snapped my baby toe on the edge of the counter and tripped over the dog.
After an hour to calm him back into sleep, he looked at me and said, "You are my favorite, Auntie."
I never fell back asleep.
Thank God for unconditional love.