I was in bed, laying next to Oliver in his toddler bed, waiting for him to fall asleep. The bed's small, so my head was on the mattress instead of his miniature-sized pillow.
He scooted over on his pillow and indicated that I should lay down on it. "My friend lay down on pillow."
"Daddy's your friend?" I asked him, bemused.
I tucked my head on his pillow. "Daddy likes being your friend."
After a minute, he responded, "Oliver likes being daddy's friend."
Another minute. Then he added, "Oliver likes being daddy's Oliver."
He fell asleep shortly thereafter. I stayed for a few minutes to watch him breathe, wondering what heroic act I had committed in another life to be blessed with such an amazing little boy. It must have been a big one.