Carson comes into my dark bedroom a little bleary eyed...wide enough awake to walk down the stairs but sleepy enough to be coaxed to cuddle for a few minutes.
He climbs into my bed and I ask him if he had a good night's sleep. He always says yes. Then I say "I love you Carson." and a quiet little voice always says "I love you too, Mom-mom."
Then my heart melts and I thank my lucky stars again that I have a 13 year old boy who still will come cuddle with me and call me mom-mom.