I was on my way to bed, and I stopped into the boys' room for one more visit with the princes of my heart.
They were both sound asleep, out-out-out. They had been for hours.
I snuggled blankets under chins, prayed my favorite words over them, tousled sweet little noggins, and leaned in for an invisble kiss.
Tyler moved just a bit when I got close to him.
His eyes opened, just enough to know it was me,
and he whispered,
"Hi, sugar. Elephants?"
"Okay, buddy. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mommy. So much."
"Night Night, Mommy."
"Good night, little man."
Now that is what dreams are made of.
That right there.