Picture This:

7:30am in the morning. The sun is just rising high enough to send a series of orangey-yellow beams into the window and across the bed. There in the middle lays our precious baby boy. Now 6 months old, he is smaller than most of the babies his age, but perfect to us, with a big, round head and two long legs sticking out the back of his onesie. He is beginning to awake. He rolls back and forth on the bed, rocking right then left again and again. Any minute he will be wide awake; his eyes, which are a beautiful brown, will be open, bright and excited. He will now begin to 'talk', to make the loudest, funniest, sweetest sounds, all the while, watching mommy and daddy to see if his 'wake-up alarm' has worked and he has been rewarded with our open eyes. We will finally give in, wake-up and turn to look at him. His head of blondish brown hair will be curly and frazzled from all the tossing and turning. Then comes the smile. The smile is the best part. Open and toothless, it seems to burst from his face all in an instant. Like he is saying, “Hey, I’m so glad to see you, let’s play!”

Song in my head: "There Goes My Life" by Kenny Chesney