Augusteighth.

Sleeper buddy.

I woke up to this sight this morning and realized it's one of my favorite parts of my day. Morgan almost always wanders into our room in the middle of the night (seriously, almost every night) and because we're usually so dead-to-the-world tired, we rarely wake up or even notice that he's there. Most mornings he wakes up before us, and nine times out of ten, I open my eyes to find him two inches from my face, just smiling. But every now and then, I wake before he does, and I just stare.