Sleepy kisses were handed out as we all adjusted covers and nuzzled into pillows.
The toddler still sleeps here snuggled in the middle most nights, even though we all know babyhood has past.
My little boy is at peace here with Mommy and Daddy and though we do the sleep-in-your-own-bed thing, we really like him here, too.
Darkness surrounds us but we gaze at a battery-powered stars and moon that cast a sky on our ceiling.
“Goodnight little family,” I say.
“I love you,” says my husband.
“Mommy, Daddy?” questions the toddler.
“Yes, sweet boy?” we respond.
“You guys are taking good care of me.”
It is dark, but I could still feel my husband and I lock eyes. I can feel his heart swell in rhythm with mine and make out the dimples of his smile in the moonlight as it mirrors my emotion.
“That’s such a nice thing to say, buddy,” says my husband with a smile.
“Thank you so much. You are such a sweet boy. I love you,” I reply, struggling to find words to convey my emotion.
“I love you too, guys,” says our sweet boy as he cuddled his Curious George lovey close and snuggled in to sleep.
And so we drifted into slumber, falling asleep to lullabies of sleepy breathing and toddler validation. Goodnight husband, goodnight little boy, goodnight words that have warmed my heart and filled my soul.