Don't Cry

A couple of nights ago, as Mike and I lay dozing -- I can't remember whether it was very late night or very early morning -- Sammy began to whimper in his crib. We could hear him tossing and turning, probably rubbing his sleepy little eyes. After a couple minutes of Sammy's sad little noises, we heard a tiny tired voice in the baby monitor.

"Don't cry, Sammy... I love you."

And Sammy stopped crying.