This may be by default since I sleep closest to the bedroom door, but I've woken up many times (sometimes not) with little hands pushing on me. I love that he comes to me. I love that all I have to do is hold him and sometimes lay down in bed with him.
Musician Carlos Whittacre at ragamuffinsoul.com has a post today about this, explaining how kids run to find comfort in their parents, ignoring all the things in their rooms that they love. So I'm sharing the link, and the smile.
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