While I rock

I write this on the eve of Aston’s first birthday. I’m currently sitting in his dark room rocking him to sleep because even though he has had 2 good naps today apparently he is exhausted and will not go to sleep unless I hold him. As I sit here I started off feeling a bit pissed off that he was almost one and I’m still having to do this sometimes (ok most nights, day sleeps he goes to sleep on his own and when he wakes in the night he goes back to sleep on his own too) Then I realised he will be 1 tomorrow. Still so little but growing so fast and it won’t be long before he won’t want to be hugged or kissed in public so I sit here and I will rock him while I can.