My son, my sun
Exhausted by night, as usual.
Fall asleep while tucking him into bed.
Waking up by the alarm, going to work early morning, seeing the bright blue sky and the shining sun.
Starting a brand new day, fresh and bright.
Remembering last night, a long working day, having a night walk with nana, sitting at the park, telling me bits n pieces of his day.
Blessed but tired.
The feeling stays and tiredness remain, he is my son, he is my sun.