I had no idea of the sweetness of a conventional bedtime, of Swee'pea lying awake but drowsy and all tucked in beneath the blankets, his head cushioned in the sweet divet of a soft pillow, apparently all cool with my announcement that I'm going downstairs.; of watching his heavy-lidded eyes watch my face as it closes in for a kiss on his soft soft face; of whispering the words, "Night Night," and knowing that I am leaving the room. I have no guilt, since he's had 20 minutes of walking back and forth with Dada and 15 minutes of lying in bed with Mama first.
He asks for milk as I straighten up, and because it's been a while since he used that as a stalling tactic and he did have some salty things for dinner, I get it for him without argument. I watch him drink, repeat the soft kiss and Night Night whispers, and walk down the stairs in perhaps the most blissful silence ever, apart from the creaking wood.
It's 10 pm, and I haven't heard from him since. This is second such moment in our lives, both within a few days of each other.
No jinxes please... I've been knocking on wood all over the place, but I had to make a record.
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