I woke up this morning at 5 am with my husband, Mike. He gets the early train into Boston and I love early mornings; a cup of coffee, my new O magazine and stillness. As soon I sat down on the couch, my oldest son Tyler came down the stairs half asleep and crawled onto my lap. Tyler is 9 and when awake, to my dismay, dismisses my kisses and hugs. So when Tyler crawls onto my lap and falls asleep in my arms, it is a moment to treasure. My March edition of O was out of reach and so was my steaming hot cup of joe. They would have to wait.