Day 8: Sun Son
I tried really hard to make this one work. I took a shit ton of pictures of the sun today: One of it rising over a frozen Vermont lake; one of it streaming through leafless maple and birch branches; one from my legendary shower; one from my roof, setting over my perfect little town. Looking through them all, just nothing moved me.
Sap Warning!
This son does though. He moves me everyday. He warms my heart when he wakes up every morning and gets in my lap at the kitchen table while I work, arching his back like a cat, waiting for a good back scratch. I light up when he comes home from school and tells me all about his day…even when they are crappy or mediocre. And he melts me every night at bedtime, when after we talk and read (and tonight reluctantly letting me take a few photos of us), and he has turned off the light, he snuggles into me, gives me a squeeze and tells me he loves me.
As much as I love that big bright ball in the sky, pictures of it simply can’t convey the warmth and energy this little man gives me.
