This morning

Henry is sleeping in our bed. He came in early this morning after waking me up to get him a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios (his current favorite). He's sleeping on his side with one hand tucked underneath his face. The breeze coming in from the window is causing a couple strands of his hair to move ever so slightly. If there was just a touch more light coming in, I would totally get up and risk waking him because the picture would be absolutely beautiful. But his features are shadowed in such a way now that I could only get a grainy pic or I'd have to turn on a light and then, well, then it wouldn't be the same. So I'm going to hang out in bed a while longer. And I'm going to marvel at this perfect being lying next to me.