This morning, my youngest son awoke long before 6 and wanted to get up; so, I did. We came downstairs in the pitch black so that we did not wake up anyone else. Then, we sat on the sofa and snuggled (which he usually resists); and, soon he was back to sleep. I was afraid to move and wake him; but, I got comfortable and watched him sleep until the sun and everyone else awoke.
That is one of my greatest joys...to marvel at my children sleeping...to be able to comfort them and hold them in my arms. I love them dearly.
When he roused again, he happily popped up and said, "Where's my brother?". Maybe he was playing with his brother in his dreams.
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