my little morning bird

she wakes me with giggles and touches my face.  her hand is warm and perfect on my cheek.  she asks me “ga?” and i know what she means.  i always know.  she looks at me and wonders why my eyes are still closed.  when she smiles, she smiles with everything in her.  when she laughs, it begins in her heart.  i want to go back to sleep, but i don’t want to miss a second of this.


this was taken at our visit with grandma and pap pap.