Every morning I am woken up to Macy cooing in her crib. She isn't crying. She isn't fussing for me to come get her. She's just content playing in her crib by herself. It's the sweetest sound. I love waking up to her babbles each day. I lay in my bed, with the sun just peaking in through the windows and listen to her squeal in delight for the new day. As much as I am tempted to grab her and cuddle with her in my bed, I don't. I let her enjoy her time alone. There is something so precious about it. And it warms my heart. And I can't think of a better way to start my day.