This morning I opened my eyes about ten minutes before the alarm went off. And right in front of me, not more than a few inches from my own face, was the face of my two-year-old son, quietly staring at me. As soon as he saw I was awake he reached out and patted me sweetly, then asked to be pulled "up, up" onto the bed. There the three of us were, cuddling and laughing together. Just one of those moments you want to put in a little box so you can take it out in twenty years and relish it all over again.