The last

As I type tonight, I hold my little rat in my arms. He's sound asleep nestled up next to me (and 27 pounds of dead weight makes it hard to type). I was in the middle of writting a research paper when he came staggering into the room crying and wanting me to hold him. I'm not sure what got him out of bed to head this direction (he hates for Jeff and I to hold him while he sleeps, he loves to stretch OUT.) I asked him why he was crying but all he could say was, "because." Determined this wasn't going to set me back on my deadline to turn my paper in, I snugged him up, turned on some Enya music, and continued to type. He tried to fight staying awake but I guess my paper wasn't that interesting for him. All of that got me thinking.. I can't remember the last time it was that he wanted me to rock him to sleep, and I started to cry. Recalling a book I had read about the subject of lasts, I wondered if this was going to be the last time he lets me rock him (after that I can't bring myself to lay him down). We think and remember all of the 1st in life.. I can remember where I was when he took his first steps, the first foods, the first smile, bath, his first prayer and smack kisses, the first play fight over who loves who more... but the lasts of things seem to slip by. I don't remeber the last diaper I changed, the last time he had a bottle, the last time time he crawled or the last middle of the night feeding. I don't want to be too busy with life and awaiting the 1st that I miss out on the lasts. I want to remeber the last time he's not to embarrassed to give me a kiss so I can cherish it, the last time he brings me rocks so I can save them, the last time he plays in my make-up...OK I'll STOP!
So I'm a little emotional. And if tonight is the last time he wants me to rock him to sleep, then I shall remember this special moment forever.

Thank you Lord. How could I ask for more?