Some day.....

This morning,  I was awoken at the crack of daybreak by my dear, sweet, three year old. 

I think he was up BEFORE the neighborhood rooster.

He decided that it was time to "wate up", so up he was.  After growling at him to turn off the light and close the door.  I was able to convince him to crawl into bed with us.  This was purely selfish on my part, because I had no intention what-so-ever of crawling out of bed at that hour.

As he crawled in, he started out all curled in a ball....  slowly, as he began to relax and warm up..... a heat seeking, frozen foot, began to gently travel down the length of my leg.  After stifling the scream that wanted to emerge from being shocked by 5 tiny icebergs........  I laid there and thought..... 

Someday, I am gonna miss this.......... Someday he will be too big to want to crawl in with mom and dad.  Someday I will have to pry him out of bed with a crowbar, and miss his sweet morning personality.  Someday I will miss the pudgy little arm that wraps itself around my neck and the little fingers that play with my hair......

yeah........  someday.