Today I sit in the springtime sun. Its heat presses through my shirt and penetrates deep into my back and shoulders, where my muscles long have ached for its soft, melting warmth.
I yawn and stretch.
My baby boy uses a small plastic shovel to dig and poke and play. I ooh and coo at the tiny treasures he shows me. When he toddles near enough, I grab him. I squeeze his warm, sunshiney body and bury my face in his fat neck. I breathe deep the scent of sunscreen, lingering baby bath, and moist, fresh earth.
I thank God for long awaited sunny days, for the luxury of time, and for the sweet smell of a baby’s body.