MY BOY

Before the sun breaks through my window each morning, I will hear this little boy calling to me from his crib. Most of the time my tired eyes don't want to open, so I drag my unwilling body out of bed and across the hall. I see these beautiful blue eyes peeking through the slates in his crib. He gets the biggest grin on his face. I sigh, my tired face breaks into a smile, as I lean on the doorway and say, "Good morning blue eyes." I can't imagine a more glorious sight to greet me each morning.