Last night, at bedtime:
Noah: Mama, can you lay with me? Just for a little bit?
Noah: You'll always lay with me? Forever?
Me: Well, until you decide you need some space from mama. And that's okay too. You won't always want to cuddle with me, so I'll lay with you for as long as you'll have me.
Noah: I will never not want to cuddle you.
Me: Can I record you saying that? And play it to you when you're 16?
Noah: Here; just put it in your heart. And I'll put it in my heart. And then we'll never forget.