Rays of sun kissing my skin,
Humming birds, elaborately doing figure eights outside of my bedroom window,
While the sun paints the shadows of working bees across my walls, making them appear to look like giants.
I stare at my bare toes…..stretch out my legs and arms…
I go and watch my son as he continues to sleep….so blessed to see him growing, but so happy he still has that baby face…
With one side of his curls smashed to the side of his head, and the rest traveling every which way……..in hopes that he sleeps a little longer.
I thank God for waking me up, with a; “Thank You, Jesus.”
In the background, jazz music communicates with the atmosphere, and compliments the chirping birds,
As I raid my kitchen for that brown hot “gold”.