5:30 am.
(pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat)
Reilly: Daddy? I had a bad dream.
Daddy: Okay, want to come and snuggle?
Reilly: Okay!
(Climbs in between us)
Reilly: Mommy! I'm just gunna snuggle for a little while because I had a bad dream.
Mommy: Okay honey.
. . .
Reagan: Waaahhh-ah-ah-ah-aha-ahh.
Daddy: (goes in to soothe her back down, songs, soothing, quiet...)
Reagan: WAAAHHHHHHH. (as Daddy tried to leave the room again)
(Daddy walks back into Mommy and Daddy's room, holding tired Reagan)
Daddy: Well, it's party time! (Hands Reagan to Mommy)
Daddy: Okay, everyone has to be very quiet and go back to sleep, okay?
Reilly: She pushed me.
Funny things is? I wouldn't trade that wake up for an alarm clock. Even if it meant a few more minutes of sleep. I love when we are all snuggled in that bed. (Don't tell the girls, we have to keep them thinking it's a special privilege!)
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