Last night I lay down with my 3 ½ year old to help him get to sleep. We lay facing each other and talked quietly in the dark for a while about my son’s favorite subject, toys. In order to speed up the process I turned over to disengage with him. He put his arm around my neck like he often does and I listened to his breathing change. I lingered there in the bed a lot longer than was necessary. I could feel his hot breath at my back and it was just one of those moments.