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My four year old crawled into bed between me and my husband. I knew she was up earlier than I wanted, but surprisingly it didn’t bother me. I opened my eyes slowly as the early morning light shined through the windows. I tickled my toddler and she giggled as I walked to the baby’s room. I said good morning, scooped him up, and brought him back to bed for family cuddle time.