I always get a little sad when I put my daughter to bed at night. I miss her instantly. I understand why she cries when she wakes up in the middle of the night.
I also think about how every day is the last day she’ll be exactly this particular age that she is and how every day I get closer to the day that she won’t want to fall asleep on my lap any more.
I’m trying my best to just soak it all in while I can.