Wake up

Last night I drove to Starbucks.
I drove when it was dark. after 9pm i think.
it seemed really dark to me.
the only thing that lit the fields around me was the Moon.
it was beautiful.
I felt something.

there is something to be said about the glow of the moon on the dark earth around you.
a metaphor.
the way it feels.
It has this way of illuminating things in an entirely different way.

When I went to bed I fell asleep looking at the moon from my window.

I woke up this morning to Scotty's little chubby hand on my face. He was rubbing my face gently. I opened up my comforter, moved over, he climbed up.Made his way in my bed & nestled in. I closed my eyes to just lay there. He put his hand on my face again. I opened my eyes to look at him. He smiled with his little bright white teeth, and gave me a dozen kisses.

How blessed am I to wake up this way?
For this to be my wake up call?

As much as I wanted to make that moment last forever, I couldn't.

this morning stays apart of me forever. It makes my days better. I makes my perspective clearer, makes my grass greener.

When I got up my pillow was wet.... alas not from drool this time, but from tears.