Wait...No More Mo?

So today it hit me. One more week and I will no longer be Mo's nanny. My little bud. My Bug. My Boog. The little guy I taught to play basketball and run the bases. Today Mo told me he loved me("lave uuuuu") and hugged me so tight it was like he knew soon I wouldn't be running through the door every morning yelling, "MO MO, how were your dreams!" There is nothing sweeter than feeling his tiny little arms linking perfectly in the nape of my neck as I cradle his miniature body with my seemingly massive arms. I cant believe I wont hear him yell my name(Ya-Ya) in the midst of a tickle attack pleading with me to "stop", then immediately choking out, "do agin. do agin." And I wont here him whisper crib when he is done rocking in the chair on my lap and ready to go to sleep. And I wont be the one he runs to when he gets hurt chanting "YaYa kiss, YaYa kiss." Who am I gonna talk to about my friend drama with out Mo around. He always listens and replies with the most appropriate of advice..."YaYa kitty, APPLE!" I know it is a good change and that I need to being doing something else right now, but I hate the thought of not giving him his nightly bath and then letting him run across the living room screaming, "Naket boy! Naket boy!" I will miss this little dude. More than I ever thought I could.