At 5:38 this morning, I heard a noise, and rolled over to see what was going on.
Willa was standing 4 feet from the bed in her pink footie pajamas covered with bunnies.
"What's going on Willa?"
"Hi Mama," she lifted her arms, "up, up, up."
I pulled her into bed between Jim and I, she sighed, put her hand under my neck and fell back to sleep.
She's been waking up a lot in the middle of the night lately. I suspect she's started to dream.