My poor baby has been teething very badly, so he's been in bed with us all night every night (instead of just coming in when he wakes up). Last night I woke up to find this warm little body snuggled up against me. I lay there awake for awhile, watching my son sleep, amazed at how innocent and peaceful he looks. When he's awake, he's a very active, mischevious toddler. But when he's asleep, his face is transported back to babyhood. So free of worry, so loved and protected. I don't know how we made such a perfect being or how I deserve to be his guardian. It's a scary thought that what I do in the coming years will totally shape who he is for the rest of his life.