My sweetest boy

I love my son, my fierce little light. He has been coming into my bed in the middle of the night, wanting comfort and someone to sleep next to. In the morning if I wake up before him, I kiss his cheeks and call him my sweetest boy. He throws his arms around me without opening his sleepy eyes. One morning he woke before me, and he kissed my cheeks and called me his sweetest girl. I opened my eyes to see his smiling face next to mine. I thought to myself that I could die right now, I was so happy.