"a grown up to hold me"

The familiar pittter-pat of little footsteps just as I was drifting off to sleep last night.

Me "Did you have a scary dream?"
Child "No, I just didn't have a grown up to hold me."
Me "Snuggle in little one."

And so we slept yet another night with a pint sized tornado...all with the knowledge that one day, all too soon, we are going to miss this.