It was a beautiful morning!! Because tell me why the sun rise seeped through the half-open curtains, brushing against my skin like a soft touch I didn’t know I needed. I opened my eyes slowly, listening first. And then I heard it: the soft voice of my son calling my name.
“Mom…”
I sat up quickly, and there he was… Jayden, my son, hair messy, little fists clutching his stuffed lion. I laughed softly, pulling him close, inhaling the familiar scent of baby soap and morning innocence.
“Good morning, my love,” I whispered, holding him close. His small hands pressed against my cheeks, warm and trusting.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked. He nodded, eyes bright, smiling with a happiness I hadn’t felt in years.
Breakfast was like a ritual we performed every morning… not extravagant, just simple
