Back when my son was a baby, I used to play cricket with him. I’d take his feet and rub the soles against each other and go “CHIRP CHIRP!”. But as he grew older, he naturally didn’t enjoy this as much, and we’d do it less and less. He’d sometimes still ask me to do it, but occasions got scarce. He’s almost six years old now, and i had kind of accepted that he had grown out of it. Well, yesterday in the evening, just before he went to sleep, he asked me to do it again, and we both thoroughly enjoyed it, and we laughed, and it was beautiful. It may be the last time, as he grows older and won’t want to do such childish things anymore, but the pure fact that I got to experience it one more time AND KNOW it was the last time and I got to experience and savor it very consciously made me enjoy it just SO MUCH more, it brought tears of joy to my eyes. Yeah OK, I’ll admit it, I ugly cried. Hard. And I’ll cherish this memory forever.