It was just before six this morning when we were awakened by the pitter-patter of tiny feet.  
This was a first!
Disoriented and groggy, I knew I should get up and take him back to bed. 
Instead, my husband and I grinned lazily at each other as our son climbed up and snuggled in between us.
So tired, but we couldn't go back to sleep.  
We lay luxuriating in this new development in our son's life.  In our lives.
This is our baby, he said with his smiling eyes.
Our baby, I agreed with mine.
And a silent prayer of gratefulness was exchanged between us and God.