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7am this morning

Often in the morning my room serves as a gathering place for little bodies.

Sleepy eyes, wild hair, giggles, sour breath, warm little bodies all piled onto the bed.

They want to hold the baby, she wants to lay her head on my chest, yelling that she took her spot, whining for cereal, wanting a show, tickles, pulled hair, elbows flying, finally the baby crying...

and we are up.

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