After some snuggles, she wants to talk. Or at least say what's on her mind. It's clear she's been thinking about this. How she's a big girl but not so long ago, she was small and wanted it as much as the little baby fast asleep on my side. She asks if it's still there. I say yes of course. I had promised myself that if she ever asked, I would offer. She had shared with the new baby but not for any length of time and I was sure she has forgotten how.
She smiles at me. I ask her if she wants some. She thinks and then giggles and nods. I offer. She half latches and then instead kisses it. Smiles again. And starts talking of something else.
The vestiges of sleep have vanished and I realize this is her last. My last with her. I promise to write this memory down.
So I did.