Bedtime

His little hand grabbed mine as I sat down to rush, rush, rush through two books, not three like he's allowed. "I get three books tonight, mama".

Ooops. He's on to me. And good for him. Three is the rule, and mama has been cheating him. And rushing. And forgetting to stop and savor these moments. These small moments.

So we read. Three books. And I took my time. And he enjoyed them, and so did I.


And the, "I love you, mama. Go to sleep soon, sleepy time", was just icing on the cake.

Slow down. Savor the little things. Don't forget how precious this time is.