Dear Lennon...

One day you won't want my hugs or my kisses.  You won't want to hold my hand as we go through the car wash as the "Octopus" attacks my car.  You won't need me to tuck you in, to read another book, to help wash your hair in the bath tub.  There will be a day you won't want anything to do with me... and I absolutely dread when that day comes.

So for now, I'm cherishing the time you do want to spend with me.  The days that we spend a few hours decorating foam pumpkins or playing outside with your Hello Kitty sprinkler.  The days where we make birthday cakes out of your Duplo blocks and pretend to blow out the "candles" on top of them.  When you demand what crayons I use and what picture I'm allowed to color in your coloring books (such a bossy little thing you are sometimes).

And tonight I loved that you fell asleep on me.  That hasn't happened in a long time, probably since we lived in the house in Cave Creek.  I loved it.  Hearing your breathing getting deeper, your head slowly relaxing more and more and your body growing heavy.  I really miss you sleeping on me like you did when you were a baby <3