For the past few weeks Theo has been waking up at around 6 A.M. and coming into our bed. He gets between us and wraps his arms and legs around me as if he can't possibly be close enough. He looks at me with wide eyes and an enormous smile, and peacefully falls back asleep.
It's come to be my daily dose of Theo love. It's positively overwhelming. I know I've done something right if this tiny person loves me and needs me so. And it's a daily reminder of my responsibility. He's so small and is dependent on us entirely. One day he won't be, so I need to do right by him as much as I can, while I still can.