Way Too Tired

Lately, no matter how tired Jack seems when I put him to bed, he ends up asleep right in front of the door. When I go in to check on him, I have to reach through and push him aside so that I can open the door. Then I take him back to his bed for the night.

I love this ritual we have created. I love relishing my last child. I love seeing that little bum sticking up in the air. I love holding him in my arms as I quietly carry him back to his bed. I love standing there just a little longer and drinking it all in; the warmth of his body, the rise and fall of his breath, the smell of his skin. No matter how tired I am, I just want that moment to last a little longer. Can't it last a little longer.