I'm up in the middle of the night because I'm at the point where I just can't get comfortable anymore. The house is quiet and my husband has been home for less than 12 hours.
My son wakes up and calls from the other room, "MOMMY, DADDY, MOMMY, DADDY". I was right here on the computer, so I was able to get to him before he woke up all the way. I never did figure out what woke him up or why he was crying, but I will never forget that he is already calling for his Daddy.
I can't explain why that makes me so sad and happy without turning this into a blog the size of War and Peace, but I think other parents may understand. I wanted to go wake my husband up right away, just to tell him that his son was calling him.