A Moment

He asks me to lay down with him, he doesn't normally, so I do.
He puts his head in my hand and reaches to hold the other.
I know its been a hard day.
He finally falls asleep with his hand pressed to his temple as if deep in thought.
He is warm, he is cuddly, he is mine.
I love him so.
I stay long after he has fallen asleep.

There is a moment, even in the longest and the worst of bedtimes. The trick is to notice it.