Big Boy Steps

This past weekend was a ginormous step in my son's life. And in mine. He got a big boy bed. Through all the steps he's been through it's always been bitter sweet. This was the most for me. You see... night time is our time together. It's always been just he and I. I've never shared that time with anyone else. Ever. It's always been the most special time. The dark never bothered me and I learned to embrace it when I got up with him after first arriving home from the hospital and these years that followed. Even though I might have circles under my eyes for his lack of sleep, it was worth it to me. I would never, never, never trade it.

Now he has his own little bed. His very own big boy bed for a little boy. His own little place where he can sit and read at night...which is the first thing he did. (He doesn't read, but he likes to pretend.) I didn't hide my tears from him when I put him to bed. He understood. He patted my back. I kissed him goodnight.

PS... how many of you are suprised his room isn't plastered in Elmo?