Just a quick story of this morning. I come in and it's still relatively dark out (6:20 yuck). You had been calling to me "Mama, mama" to wake me up. I come in so softly "Morning sweetheart" and you are laying there patting your pillow like you do begging me to get in the crib and lay down with you. I'm just thankful our crib obliges. It's precious though. You snuggle into my neck, hold my face and/or ears and we have silent communion in the wee morning hours.
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