Son Rise

I don’t watch the sun rise, but I do watch my son rise. I witness the simple beauty of the time before he awakes-his soft breathing, the way he smiles at something in his dreams, sleeping snuggles. I watch as his eyelids flutter and smile as the first thing he sees is my face. And it never gets old; he smiles back as we both sit in the gratitude of being here, alive, together, holding each other. The pulse of love between us reflecting the constant pulse of life around us. Snuggles and loving words to start the day.