It's strange the little habits you can get into.
Almost every night now Molly will get up at about midnight to pop to the toilet.
She'll appear at her doorway, call out to me in a quiet voice from across the hallway and I'll get up and go in with her, sitting down on the little wooden box next to the toilet and we'll have a little conversation about nothing in particular.
But it's always a very nice conversation.
Then we'll go back to her bed and I'll tuck her in.
That's something else to add to the huge list of things I’ll miss in the years to come.