Sleep-coma was threatening to win me over at any moment.
I was so tired as I struggled to fight the fog, reading baby girl a book in the dark of her room, against her dim Skye lamp.
But soon it was done. She wanted some face tapping, which I promptly followed with, and then she was going to do it on me, so I closed my eyes and settled in for some random and non-parallel taps from her gentle fingers all over my face.
She ended by kissing me on the forehead, just as I always do for her.
I quickly tucked her in, getting comfortable sitting on the toy box beside her as I did every night, waiting for her to fall asleep. Then –
She wanted another kiss. I leaned in quickly – do not fight the requests, it only delays everything that much more – and we gave each other kisses. To which she then said,
“Mama best friend.”
“You’re my best friend too,” I whispered to her giving her another kiss.
“Yeah best friend, in whole world!”
Awww. I mean, that there. I’m done.
Tick tick tick. I’ll remember that moment, these memories, and this age, forever and ever and ever.