I love weekend mornings. It is a time of slow waking. Then sun comes through the curtains and fills our bedroom with light. Birds chirp in the yard where worms have wiggled their way out of their flooded homes. And as I wake I snuggle in close to the dog, and kiss my husband on the forehead. All three of us warm and snuggly on a Saturday morning. It is a moment of pure peace that I very much look forward to at the end of each and every week.