The Last Night

We just put Bella to bed... and I teared up just a tiny bit because it hit me that this is the last time I'll tuck in a 1 year old. The last time I'll pull the string on her musical butterfly. The last time I'll kiss her warm little forehead before she'll turn 2.

And that will happen exactly at 5:56 am the clock will chime and my sweet baby will be a two year old - with all the demands and wishes of a two year old. Including to stay up just a little longer. We gave in tonight and let her ride on Daddy's back before going upstairs.

When I told her it was time to go night-night, she clamped her sweaty palm around my index finger, leaned into Daddy for a hug, and then led me upstairs. I laid her in the bed, tucked Elmo into her arm, pulled the covers up around her, and said "Night, night monkey." I turned to walk away but she sat straight up and said "Heese, Mama!!"

You know I pivoted right around and kissed that baby. What was I thinking? She then flounced back on the bed, snuggled her Elmo, and turned over to sleep. My sweet girl.


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