“Mamma, can you keep the night light on so that I can read myself to sleep?”
And I realize that I have waited for this moment, through all these years of reading to him.
The day when he would take over and struggle to keep his eyes open to cover yet another page.
The day I would take the prone book off his chest and place it on his night table before tucking him in.
When I would whisper, “The thinks you will think and the places you’ll go.”