I had a special moment tonight. I put Jeffy down for bed, and at first he seemed fine. Then a few minutes later I heard him cry and I knew his pacifier had fallen out. I went in and tried to give it back to him, but he was upset and cried for a few minutes first. He finally took it and I stayed by him, stroking his face and gently playing with his hair. He calmed down. He didn't fall asleep, but just lay there calmly. I stayed and continued lightly touching his face for a good 10 minutes until he dozed off to sleep. What an amazing thing--to have a child, know that you're the most important person in his life, and know that your touch and your voice soothe him like nothing else can. I had an overwhelming feeling of love for him, and gratitude for the plan of salvation which allows us to have families and experience on a smaller scale the joy of having children. It's moments like these that make the hard days worth it.