I love this little man in the mornings.
Sometimes Adam and I play-fight about who gets to go in and get him when he wakes up.
Who wouldn't want to rush in and see this little face?
Every morning when we go into his room, we sing a little song ...
Good morning to you, good morning to you, good morning little Luke, good morning to you.
I worked kind of an odd schedule this week and haven't seen little man as much as I'd like. So you better believe I'll be the one singing the song in the morning.