imagine the utter glee of waking up next to a small little angel, whose face beams full of light and love, unconditional, every single morning. his face speaks of the usual: innocence, sheer amusement, and pure adoration. in the contours, there is more. there is wonder. there is hope. there is complete surrender and helplessness. there is life. and there are the tiniest sparks that erupt constantly of becoming a human.
things like, rubbing ones eyes.
things like, grabbing onto his mommy's hair.
things like, putting everything within reach in ones mouth.
things like, discovering the pure delight of the softest, silkiest blanket in the world rubbed against one's cheeks.
things like that.
things like, falling in love with lights. why? because they are amazing!
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