I woke up at 6:30 this morning to sneak a run in before we head to Ohio for the holidays tomorrow. Squish was sleeping on the couch, where Micah had put him at 3:00am when he’d woken, crying, for the 4th time since we’d put him to bed at 8:00pm. I tiptoed around, used my phone as a flashlight to find my shoes, and made it out the door without him stirring.
But, 45 minutes later, he came running out to greet me when I buzzed to be let in.
Great way to start the day.