Let me wake up on my own, when my body decides it's rested. (I'll be in a way better mood.)
Both my daughter and I wake up slowly. When Claire was a baby, in the morning, she sat on my lap facing me. With her warm blankie, she leaned against me. Rocking, we drowsed as I dropped sleepy kisses on her little head.
Sweet melting closeness. I will never forget it.
Sweet