Friday night Kid and I played. We played a LOT.
We played outside for a short while, tag. Then we came in and we played Pop the Pig, a "few" times. Then we used his silly little rubber fling hand thing and we lassoed the poor Pop the Pig pig. We did that for a while. LOTS of laughs and giggles. Then we played catch. Then we each had a bottle of water and we tried to knock each other's bottle over while we defended our own. More giggles and laughs and coughing from laughing so hard.
Then it was almost ten o'clock.
Kid had a mozzarella snack stick and sat with me on the recliner/rocker.
We played the "I'm thinking of a number" game. We also played the "I'm thinking of a letter" game.
Then he was on my lap and I rocked. He looked so sleepy.
I rocked some more, holding him on my lap. I hummed a couple songs.
He fell asleep in my lap while I rocked.
I have no idea when the last time I rocked him to sleep was but I can guarantee you it's been a long time. Years I would say.
Thinking about it then, while he lay sleeping on my lap, it occured to me, that may be the last time I rock him to sleep.
Kid is going to be five years old tomorrow. My baby is turning five.
I'm sure they're out there somewhere but I don't know a lot of five year olds that are still rocked to sleep.
I savored the feel of him sleeping in my arms for a bit before I carried him to his bed.
I love that my baby is growing up and learning new things and becoming more independent but I sure am going to miss these snuggle times.
Now, I think I'm going to stop this and go find some tissues because I really need them right now.