Tonight will be the first time that I am not there to nurse you before you go to bed. I am sure it must seem silly to anyone else, but it is a big deal for me. I know you will be fine, your daddy puts you to bed all the time, but I'm always there too.
Tonight I am attending a memorial service for a friend that recently passed away. Papa is going with me so your daddy can be with you.
I know this time had to come eventually, and I'm sure you won't even notice I'm gone. I am not even sure why I am at all upset about it. I think you are just growing up so fast and I know these days will soon be gone.
I hate to miss anything I suppose.
So sweet dreams little bean. I am confident I will see you in the middle of the night as you have two more top teeth poking through your poor gums. The cold washcloth has become your constant companion: