You poor button. Something made you cry tonight. Maybe a bad dream, maybe a night terror, maybe something else. But you were crying and crying and crying, and kicking and screaming, and telling me to get out and to go away. I held you tightly and told you I was here, that you were safe, but you were fighting me so much that I thought it best to leave and give you a few minutes alone to try to work it out and calm yourself down. A few moments passed and you called for me, and I came in and you clung so tightly to me in your bed, still choking back tears. I have to tell you those moments are among my favorites, when I'm holding you after a good cry and you're still letting out those sweet little whimpers. In those moments there is nothing else, nothing but me loving you and you feeling safe.