the newness of everyday

It's hard to pick, but one of my favorite times of the day with Kellan is the morning when he first wakes up. He grunts and yawns like an old man and looks around the room like he is opening his eyes to the world for the first time. He cooes, telling me about the crazy dream he had the night before. His sounds are all so sweet and intimate, just above a whisper...I even lean in to listen to him breathing. It's this special hour where he seems aware of everything and is in love with all of it. He looks at the curtains like they are full of magic and stares at me like we're about to go on an adventure, as if he's waiting for my cue of what should be our next move.