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I have an almost identical story. My daughter is 3.5. She stands silently by my side of the bed every morning and waits for me to open my eyes, then smiles. I'm usually awake or awoken by her footsteps, but I always pretend to be asleep so she can wake me up. She acts as though she hasn't seen me in days.
It's also very bittersweet because everytime I'm immedately struck by how it's just a brief moment in time that I know she'll grow out of and one that I'll dearly miss when it's gone.
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