What I treasure about bedtime:
~soft, half sung, half whispered lullabies
~little chubby hands in my hair and on my face
~gentle puffs of breath on my cheek
~kissing sweaty hair that smells of baby shampoo
~and savoring every second because... he is the last... and growing way too fast.
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