Morning breezes catch the curtains. My infant son delights in the tickling movement. Graceful swings entice his little hands to touch, hold, laugh.
Outside play with old faithful. He stays close, he stays near. His sweet and humble life... moments of field chases, nights of barking, savory food to eat.
The path to see family and the aged truck lingers. It's new purpose is quiet and relaxed.
In the evening the family gathers under the trees. We pass by them often. The thoughts comes to mind that God in all his greatness knows the birth date of even these. He breathes life all around me. "... the skies proclaim the work of His hands." Psalm 19:1