This morning Josh and I awoke a little earlier than usual (we had gone to bed earlier, too), which meant we had extra time for snuggling up together. Drifting in and out of sleep together like this is my favourite to begin with, and then the cutest little blonde-haired kid with yesterday's now lopsided pigtails came in with her footie pajamas on and started telling us about the dreams she'd had of reindeers and pixie dust. She asked us about our dreams, offering ideas of what she thought we should have been dreaming of. And after all sharing a night's worth of dreams, Josh got out of bed she climbed in beside me and we snuggled some more.
"Mommy? Smell my lips."
*smell lips* .... "They don't really smell like anything..."
"They're fresh!"
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