Tank You

Just a memory I want to remember... Last night around 3am PK woke up crying, I'm not sure how long he'd been crying by the time I snapped out of it. I just heard "mommy, mommy!". I went in there and rubbed his back and grabbed his favorite blankets for him and covered him back up. The minute he had his favorite blanket back in possession I heard a muffled "tank you". Such a sweet boy.