The small boy yawns as his eyes are getting heavy with sleep. He tries to keep awake as he would like to. At the prodding of his parent he slowly rises. He and his bright red pj's lumber up the stairs, his little hands clinging to the banister. At the top of the staircase he peeks down at his parent who instinctively knows when to accompany the young man. He falls into bed, his mother tucks the blanket all around him, kisses his forehead and he is fast asleep.
The next morning the sun pours into the boy's room as usual. He starts to stir- turning to and fro until his curious blue eyes open from the night's slumber. He smiles as his ears are tickled by a song bird outside his window. It's another perfect summer morning. Perfect for such a rambunctious little boy ready to spring from his room into the world.
How long has it been since you felt that way? Completely and utterly alive. A life in it's infancy is an innocent wonder indeed.
