Chris is normally the first adult in the house awake on a weekend morning. He wrangles the boys downstairs and starts a mean weekend breakfast which we call call "Daddy's Diner." (And the breakfast inevitably always involves bacon. A whole lot of bacon.)
This morning, I was actually up before Chris. (And this is a rare occurrence indeed.) My early morning wake up may have been attributed to my going to bed the night before at 8:30 pm. (Yes, we party it up in our house, okay? We live like rock stars.) But two hours of tennis earlier in the day starting at the ripe hour of 7 am, had left me begging for bed by 8 pm.
I got up this morning, quietly tip toed out of our bedroom to let Chris sleep and went in search of the boys. I got hugs from Brennan and Griffin, both playing in their rooms, but Aidan was still in bed, looking very sleepy. I went over to Aidan's bed to give him a kiss, when he looked at me with heavy eyes and said, "Will you lay with me Mom?"
My answer to this question, particularly for my nine, almost ten year old boy, must always be yes. I have to say yes because I know all too very soon, this question will not get asked anymore. And the lack of that question, of his needing his mom for an early morning snuggle, will break my heart.
I nodded my head and smiled at him, eating up his sleepy grin. I curled up next to him in bed and he tucked his head up next to mine, so close that I could inhale him and kiss his forehead, again and again, while I rubbed his back.
"I love you Mommy." He whispered into my neck.
"I love you too Aidan."
It was the best ten minutes of my weekend.
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