Last night I listened as you played Lego’s by yourself up in your room. The noises of the Lego’s smashing together in the bucket as you looked for that perfect one to complete your project filled the house. You played until 1 am until I finally decided you needed to sleep. Don’t you just love the summer? I slowly walked up the stairs, savoring the sounds of childhood, before you spotted me with eyes wide. After you realized you weren’t getting in trouble, you smiled and laughed and showed me your creations and then climbed into bed. I read you a story about a cat and covered your face with kisses. Please don’t grow up too fast, little one. You, my last little one, are my joy.