(Huck is stealthy, as I've mentioned before, and I swear that he knows what time my alarm is set for and he wakes up three minutes before it goes off -- I've tried moving it back.)
Most mornings, I wake up to a little voice saying, "Mommy, I'm huuuuuungry."
It still takes me a moment to realize he's talking to me. The same joy and panic wash over me every morning. I still wonder how I got here, looking back at the last three years, the last ten.
By noon, though, anytime a kid calls for his or her mom, my head snaps up, even if Huck's holding my hand.