Saturday morning we woke up at 5am. Scratch that. I was already awake. Tys woke up at 5 am. He says, "Ugh. I can't go back to sleep." I say, "You poor thing. I wonder what that's like" He thinks this is funny. He also thinks that we should get up. The man has not yet mastered the art of lying in bed ... just for the sake of lying there. So we get up. He puts me in his sweats. And makes us the perfect batch of cinnamon hot chocolate. We pop in a movie. And snuggle under our blanket because we left the windows open and our house feels like we're camping.
Tys had to work the rest of the day. But at 5 in the morning, he was mine, all mine.