Husband tapped Wife this morning and quietly whispered, "Look at the end of the bed."
I was more than a little unimpressed with Husband being the one to wake Wife up, rather than LMC doing the waking. But, I obliged. Peering over the edge of the bed, my head mere inches away from my warm pillow... there was a bundle of pink joy sleeping soundly on the stool at the foot of our bed.
At some point in the sleeping night, LMC decided she wanted to be closer to her parents. Wisely, she knew that if she woke us up to climb in bed she would be schlepped back to her room. Instead, last night she rounded up her blankets and crawled onto the stool to make her nest of warm safety near us rather than with us.