I rose my head up from my bedside after saying morning prayer.
There was something special about that morning....I don't know what it was exactly. The whole room seemed like it was a glowing white, like after a really heavy snowfall and its early in the morning. The snow is untouched...white, beautiful, glistening in the morning sun.
It was kinda like that.
Maybe it was the way the sun shone in through the window and reflected off of Easton's baby smooth skin, and the way that he looked at me, like I am his whole world. I love that little baby boy. He, and each one of them....they are my world.
Maybe it was Heavenly Fathers way of saying "good morning", and "I love you."
I don't know. But I liked it. Alot.
"Good morning" and "I love you too!"
and "thank you!!"
There was something special about that morning....I don't know what it was exactly. The whole room seemed like it was a glowing white, like after a really heavy snowfall and its early in the morning. The snow is untouched...white, beautiful, glistening in the morning sun.
It was kinda like that.
Maybe it was the way the sun shone in through the window and reflected off of Easton's baby smooth skin, and the way that he looked at me, like I am his whole world. I love that little baby boy. He, and each one of them....they are my world.
Maybe it was Heavenly Fathers way of saying "good morning", and "I love you."
I don't know. But I liked it. Alot.
"Good morning" and "I love you too!"
and "thank you!!"
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