In the wee hours of morning (around 350 am this morning) I always wake up to a little hand rubbing on my arm, my side, and sometimes even my face.
When I was pregnant I would wake up at 3am every single morning and have to eat something because I was so sick. After Clay was born I noticed a trend - he always woke up at 3am (give or take an hour) to eat. 10.5 months later, he still wakes up around 3am. Sometimes he eats, but most of the time I just wake up to him rubbing on me - the sweetest, smallest, lightest stroke. I look over at him and he is just looking at me, he usually smiles and goes right back to sleep. (Sometimes, like this morning, I just lay there and watch him sleep for awhile.) It is the purest expression of love I have ever known.
The wee hours are my favorite time of day - it started off my work week great this morning!
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