Things I'll forget

We were up visiting the grandparents over the weekend. Saturday night R woke up very fussy as I was going to bed. I went in and he was whining and thrashing around. I picked him up and he snuggled into me, but wouldn't let me put him down. I laid down on the bed with him and he nursed and fell asleep on me. He smooshed his face into my neck and draped his arm across me. I wish I hadn't put him back in his crib, it was such a perfect moment. (That, and when we woke up inconsolable at midnight, I couldn't get in that comfy position again and was up all night).