Evolution of bedtime

Over the many years of parenting bedtime has evolved from simple, to organized, to chaos, to methodical. I have always tried to build in tenderness and love. From my first days when I rocked #1 to just before sleep every single night without fail until the ripe age of 3, until now when I make my way room to room spending moments with each child individually. Lately we have begun praying as a family rather than just them and I in their room. This makes much more sense considering the scripture Matt 18:20 Where two or more are gathered in my name, I am in the midst of them.The prayers are priceless and innocent, such as #4 praying that #1 would not be late tomorrow, ha! The best part of this time was that we all were squished together on the couch rubbing each other's back and each touching everyone. How 6 people can fit in a circle laying like that I will never know but it was awesome!
#4 still heads to big sis' room to play and snuggle until I appear and swoop her up to her own bed. #3 begs for Daddy or myself if he is not home to carry him most nights. I am pretty sure this is his way to ensure he is first on the evening route. #1 asks me to cuddle and rub his back even some nights. The best part currently is with the girls. #2 has her radio on and we dance to one or two songs if the girls are really lucky. They dance on the bed and I on the floor rotating between which girl I pick up and twirl around. It is such pure bliss and leaves me so very grateful to be so blessed.
The end of my mom duties is #4. She rides in my arms to her room and requests to "rock for a minute". I get her blankie and settle down. This is the end of a looong tradition in rocking my babies. I am always (except when I am not home) the person to take her to bed. We sing Jesus loves me, Jesus loves the little children, You are my sunshine and a few others. This week she has made a point in having me add pink to the colors in the 2nd Jesus song. Ya know red and yellow, black and white they are precious in his sight. I add pink and green, orange and purple too in between those lines. She even sings duet with me too. I struggle to not giggle the whole way through.
Tonight she stopped me midway of the 4th time through. "Jesus bye bye." I tell her yes he is in heaven but he also lives in her heart. "My heart?" I go on and explain touching her heart. "My shirt?" she asks touching where I touched. I tell her no and restate her heart this time touching under her shirt. "My heart, (touching herself) not my arm?" No not your arm I repeat. "Not my head (me agreeing) not my chin (again I agree after each), not my forehead (ok really such details little miss big stuff). Not my nose, not my mouth, not my body, not my knee, not my cheek, not my leg." Alright I must stop her because this could take awhile. She clearly knows many more body parts than I expected. "Not my thumb," she holds it up to be clear. Not any of those I say and we chorus together your heart. I have her repeat the sinner's prayer (a abbreviated version of my own). She touches her heart again and says "my heart". We sing one time through and head to bed. She traditionally without fail says, "Pray with me." I pray one last time and try not to get teary eyed. Man I love this little ball of fire and I hope I can capture every last bit of her childhood because in many ways it represents all of theirs.
What will bedtime be like next?