I thought I was heavy... and then I had children of my own.
Carrying a sleeping child into their bed from the car envokes the most tenderest of feelings. It's indescribable. They are dead weight in your arms, yet they are anything but heavy. They are absolutely beautiful; their fluttering eyelids and deep slow breaths about take yours away. You get to pretend even for a moment that they are your baby again and it's just... heaven.
Heaven's slice is carrying a sleeping child to bed.