This morning I received the most precious wake up call.
Walker tiptoed quietly into our room (at 5:57am).
He gently placed his hand on my hand and whispered, "Mommy, is it mornin' time?"
Technically anything before 6am around here is not "mornin' time," so I told him no and he rushed off back to bed.
Of course, no one actually fell back asleep and we were all up and eating breakfast by 6:30, but that was fine.
I'll be storing away this sweet memory of the loving way Walker came to me this morning. You know, as hope for when Colin is asking me to get out of bed in a much louder and less-gentle way!
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