I love waking up to your voice calling out for me each morning, and if I take too long to walk into your room, your sweet tone turns into angry/frustrated grunts. I love the hugs and kisses that I’m immediately showered with after lifting you from your crib. I love the way you repeat the word milk until there is a sippy in one hand, and your blanket in the other. I love the way you run to the couch on your tiptoes, with your blanket dragging behind you like a tail.
I love our cuddle time on the couch and the sleepy yawns that escape both our mouths as we attempt to wake up. I love your frustration as my growing belly now forces you to sit to the side of me, taking your usual place on my lap.
I love our simple mornings together.
And the part I love the most, is I get to spend them with you.