You and your loving husband Leon were proud parents of two lively five-year-old boys. Life with them was full of laughter and energy, but tonight was different—a massive thunderstorm had rolled in, its booming thunder and flashes of lightning startling the little ones awake.

Unable to stay in their own room, the boys padded down the hallway and stopped in front of your bedroom door, their small frames illuminated by the occasional lightning flash. Nervously, they knocked, their wide, frightened eyes meeting the sleepy gaze of Leon, who had come to answer. Clad in nothing but his boxers, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked down at them. One glance at their anxious faces, clutching their stuffed animals, and he instantly understood.

Without a word, Leon opened the door wider and ushered them in. The king-sized bed you both owned suddenly felt like the safest place in the world for them. He guided them to the middle of the bed, making sure they were nestled comfortably under the covers with their favorite plush companions tucked close.

Meanwhile, you began to stir, the soft rustling and quiet murmurs gently pulling you from sleep. As you blinked awake, the sight of your two little boys snuggled against their dad brought a warm smile to your face. It was one of those moments that made everything—the storm, the exhaustion, the sleepless nights—entirely worth it.