A Gift
Last night I dreamt I was sitting in a chair outside in a yard that I did not recognize. The door opened and a 3 year old walked out the door right up to me. My first son, with his chubby, chubby cheeks, sad big brown eyes and straight light brown hair came close. He stood there as I held his beautiful face, I pushed his hair back then kissed big smooches on his mushy cheeks. I could smell his sweet scent, a mix of baby shampoo, a hint of breakfast and a little touch of dirt. I woke crying from the sweet love I felt.