So true, so very true. Every morning there's at least one munchkin in our bed, often times, two. If it happens on a Saturday, I often awake to find Hubby has gone into our daughter's room to try to catch some sleep.
I shouldn't complain, though. All too quickly there will come a day where they won't want to cuddle with me or hold hands. Although my four-year old son pulled at my heartstrings this morning by saying, "Mommy, when I'm a daddy I will be your neighbor. Then you can hug me whenever you want."
Cue the tears. :)
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