The other night Jack got up with Colt and brought him to me in bed. He cuddled right up to my chest, laying on the crook of my arm. I didn't want him to feel trapped or squished so I left my other arm out of it. He wasn't crying and I maybe if I held really still I could get some more sleep.
Then this little hand grabbed my arm and pulled it over his little body, gently patted it, and then he snuggled in before falling asleep.
Best moment of my life.
I don't ever want to forget that.