It's a little after midnight.

Jacob was just asleep, and woke up screaming. Bad-dream screaming, not bored-screaming or pain-screaming. I want in, and he was still lying down, crying into his pillow. I rubbed his back, and he stood up for a hug. We snuggled and rocked, and I wanted to put new music in his CD player. So, I asked him, "What music do you want? Blue's Clues? Dance Dance? The horsie songs?" (These mean something in his world. We don't need no stinkin' titles here.)

And he said, "No. Mama hug."

Okay. That was a little cute. I think I might keep him for that one. So he got his hug, and now he's asleep again. I just love him so much that my heart hurts.