The last cuddle?

Last night I got to cuddle with my son. He woke up screaming and crying, so I went to see what was wrong; he was acting like he had a bad dream (I'm not sure if they can have dreams yet at their age-I've heard they have to be able to speak to dream, but thats what it seemed like). Nathan made him a bottle and I held and rocked him- he seemed like he just needed to be held for a while. I was all for that, since he never really wants to cuddle anymore. But last night he was content to just lay in my arms, and watched a little tv with me, and slept a little. :) I finally decided that he would sleep better if I put him back to bed, so as I walked up the stairs, carrying him close to me in my arms, I went as slowly as I could- trying to make the moment last a little longer. And as I'm writing this now, I want to cry because I've missed cuddling with him and I'm not sure if there will be many (or any) more chances to hold him like I did last night.