K, I got to rock you to sleep the other night in your room.

You fell asleep with your head on my chest as a sang.

It all seemed normal and fine as it was happening.

But a few minutes in, I could not remember the last time I had rocked you to sleep.

See, you do something everyday, and look up eventually, and can’t remember the last time it happened.

Take socks.

I mean, I help you put socks on every morning before school.

But there will quickly come a time that I won’t anymore, and I will not be able to recall how it ended.

I hope I get to rock you to sleep again soon, because I sure did enjoy this last time.

I love you.

-Dad