This morning when E woke up at 5:30 I brought him into bed with us because it was too damn early to get up for the day. I promptly pulled the covers up around my neck and went back to sleep.
A couple hours later I began to wake up to the "EEEOOOOWWW" of E's look-at-me, look-at-me yell. Not a cry, just a yell.
I opened my eyes and there he was six inches from my face, with both his little hands grasping my shirt and pulling for dear life as he yelled into my face. His eyes went wide with surprise that he actually woke me up and the biggest smile crossed his face.
You can't beat waking up like that.