My child laughing in his sleep holds the same magic to me as rainbows, aurora borealis, hummingbirds, whale spouts, shooting stars and fire flies.
It is fleeting – there one second, and gone the next.
I question my senses – ”is that really what that was?”
And still I do not doubt; no – I know, that I have just been in the presence of something magical.
Something divine.
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Oh, the gratitude.
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