The Sweetest Thing

I had another 4 o'clock wakening this morning, but this one was a lot different than yesterday's. I've been using a sleeping mask at night for a few months now. So last night, when I thought I heard something next to my bed I started to pull up my mask. It was only up an inch when a small child flopped on top of me.

Aiden snuggled into my neck for a hug and just laid there. I was so exhausted that I didn't say anything and I just laid there as well. After a moment, he rolled over into the crook of my arm and stayed there for 30 minutes. At that point, he got out of our bed and I asked him if he was going back to his bed. He put up his hand, I took it, and walked him back to his bed and Mr. Lion.

I don't know why he came in to visit me. Perhaps he had a bad dream? Perhaps he woke up early, but decided he wasn't ready to wake up just yet? No matter the reason, it was the sweetest thing. Aiden does not cuddle. Unless he is sick, he likes his own space. As long as he has been strong enough to push me away, he has never been a fan of cuddling. He's his own little person, with his own personal space. If it never happens again, I will be happy with that moment. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he'll cross over to the dark side eventually.