6 A.M. Ally

Meet Ally.  6 A.M. Ally.  

Each morning, we're greeted by a stumbling, crusty-eyed, wild-haired, incoherently mumbling six year-old clutching two large stuffed animals under each arm as she enters our bedroom like a wrecking ball coming through the doorway.  Although it's only 40-50 feet from her bed to our room, she navigates the straight course like a pin-ball, and we begin to laugh as she is heard bouncing off walls/furniture, with the occasional homer-simpson-esque "D'Oh!" sound effects before we can even lay eyes on her. Despite looking like she came off an eight-day bender and falling head first into our bed to cuddle for a minute, this is just her morning routine.  Every. Single. Day.

Ally:  Please, please, don't ever change.  You bring smiles and laughter to start every day - and we love you for it.  

Happy Friday to all!