It was 5:30am this morning. I heard our little guy squirming around in his crib and prayed a silent prayer that he'd go back to sleep. I've gotten spoiled at the fact that he typically sleeps until 7-8am and when I rolled over and looked at my clock to see that it was 5:30am, I laid there for a few moments in hopes that he'd drift back off to Dreamland. Nope. Instead, I heard this:
It melted my heart hearing him say "Momma" and I just wanted to hold him so I got him up and we started our day.