A Little Bit Sentimental

So I stayed in his room a little longer tonight at bedtime...just to listen to him breathe.

I hugged him a little tighter...

I let him have blueberries, mashed potatoes, and marshmallows for dinner...

I let him stay up later to watch one more clip of his current favorite cartoon...

And tomorrow morning I'll pluck him from his slumber to take to my mom's, knowing it was my own choices that caused him to still be sleepy.  But that's okay.  I'm his mom.  And soon enough, he won't need me to tuck him in or kiss his nose or fill his cup with water, 3 ice cubes, and just a splash of juice.  Time is going at warp speed, and I'm just trying to hang on for the ride and savor all the sights along the way.