Mama, are you ty-erd?
Yes, baby, I’m tired.
Are you going to bey-ad?
Yes, baby, I’m going to bed.
Mama, are you gonna go to sleep?
Yes, baby, I’m going to go to sleep.
Why?
Because I’m tired.
Am I your favorite free year old?
Yes. You are my favorite three year old.
Mommy?
Yes?
You’re my favorite firty year old.
*smiles and giggles*
(both of us)
I love you. Goodnight.
Goodnight, Mommy.
I’ll see you in my dreams.
I’ll come find you in the morning.
I can’t wait.
I love you, Lydia.
I love you, Mommy.
Goodnight, my love.
(This never gets old, and I hope I never forget it.)
This was written as part of the {W}rite of Passage Challenge.