I lay here with you and look at the grey light. It’s almost dawn, and I want it to stay this way forever. You, my little boy, are asleep and so quiet. I find myself trying to hold my breath as I watch yours go in and out, your small chest rise up and down. Your face is so peaceful, belying your daytime demeanor. How did you get like this, so grown already? I have to wake you soon, but my soul takes a picture of this moment so that it becomes part of my eternal memory. I turn away from the approaching daylight and look at you once more. I’m certain your spirit glances at me briefly before returning to its earthly home. “Thank you,” it says with a smile. “I love you,” I whisper in reply. Then, dawn breaks.