After staying up late to do homework, as that is the only time I have to get any done, I fell asleep in bed only to soon be awakened by the little cry every parent wishes wouldn't come at 4:30 in the morning. So I went into Zoey's room, picked her up, sat in "the chair", gave her a bottle, and rocked her (us) to sleep. At 6:00 I woke up with her in my arms and looked down. Zoey was wide awake staring at me, as if waiting for me to wake up.
As hard as being a parent is, I wouldn't trade these such moments for the best night's sleep, ever. We love Zoey so much.