In the middle of last night, Tyler called me. "Uhma." I thought he had a bad dream so I went to him and patted his back in hopes that he would go back to sleep. When I thought he was sleeping, I was about to get up when he said with his eyes still closed, "Uhma, hold my hand." So I laid next to him holding his hand. And every time I thought he was back to sleep, I would try to get up and he would grab my hand tighter, never once uttering another word or opening his eyes. Just holding tighter.

I don't ever want to forget this moment- Tyler and I laying together in the darkness. Holding hands. His little rhythmic breathing making his back rise and fall. Warm air coming from his mouth and hitting my face. Sounds of the sprinklers outside. Never wanting the moment to end. Just holding hands.