Dane usually sleeps in until 8 or 9, a practice I obviously encourage. This morning, however, I woke up at around 6:30 and heard him crying. I went into his room and picked him up. Poor baby was cold. It's time to turn off the fan and start pulling out the warm jammies.
I went and sat on the couch with him. Dane was still tired so he snuggled up against me and stared out the window. I wrapped him in my blue silk blanket from when I was a baby. I played with his hair, soft like the down of a chick. We watched the sun rise over the mountains.
It was only a moment of quiet before everyone woke up and the day began, but it was nice to share that moment with my Baby Dane.
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Awww. Baby Dane.
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