I decided last night that each time I thought of some story I would try and get on here and write so that I would not even forget when I was eighty. I was thinking last night about how at bedtime I could not lay down with you because if I did you always wanted to play and the funny thing is is that if you woke up in the middle of the night and saw that I was sleeping you would still get up and want to play. When I would lay you down you would always say nite nite and pat the pillow, hoping that I would lay down with you so that you could start your silliness, one night I did and you were so happy, I remember laying there while you laughed and fed your babies until about two in the morning is when you finally fell asleep, missing you much beautiful, I love you!