Women my age (ok, I) have the bad habit of waking up around the same time also on weekends. With no interest to go back to sleep.
But that is alright! Sometimes when the Mr is away the kids take his place in bed.
So here I lay. Listening to breaths belonging to two blond creatures. He the brave, tall one, who will have outgrown me in two summers. And the small, kind one. He who always will be my baby no matter how tall he will be. And I am happy again in a calm, serenely way.