Phil and I crawled into bed much too late last night. We were both tired and ready. As we lay there recounting a few things from the day, I told him a silly little story of an interaction I had with Gibson. Instead of a random chatter response he said, "You're a great Mom, babe. Seriously our kids are so lucky to have you. You're a really great Mom." I had to let a few, warm tears drop to my cold pillowcase before I could eek out a thank you. It's those little moments, in the quiet darkness, that add up to mean the most.