The past few weeks, this is what I have been waking up to. A snuggly, half-awake, cuddly, sweet little four-year-old, who insists on sharing my pillow and being next to me until it’s time to get up. Sometimes she’ll rub my arm. Sometimes she’ll go back to sleep. She always brings all of the toys she took to bed with her the night before — books, stuffed animals, a sippy cup of water, you name it and she manages to bring it all in one trip. She comes in right about sunrise and just wants to be close.
She’s not the snuggly type at any other point in the day. Just first thing in the morning.
I love these morning wake-up calls and wouldn’t trade them for anything