Aaron and I have a normal morning routine. He wakes up at the crack before the crack of dawn. We get him a sippy cup of milk and a graham cracker. We go back to my room and I lay down and finish actually waking up while Aaron munches his cracker (yes, getting crumbs everywhere, but I really don't care 'cause I get to just lay there), drinks his milk, climbs on me, lays on top of me, gets up and down from the bed, and explores my room.
This morning was going along like it usually does, but then suddenly Aaron stopped climbing all over me. He scooted up closer to my face, put his hands on each of my cheeks and just looked at me with a bit of a grin on his face. All I could do was smile at him and tell him that I love him so much! How did I get so lucky?!
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