I've been ready to go to bed since 8:30. I'll stay up as long as she's wanting to talk. About the little things, the silly things, the things that won't always be. Because someday when I wake up she'll be gone and I'm already sad about about. But oh so happy for evenings like this. She's not my favorite, she's my first. First to make me a mom, call me mommy, hug my neck, drive me crazy, back-talk, disobey and show me things in her that are just like me. So tonight we'll stay up. Tomorrow I'll be tired. And if my will be worth it.