It's 8am and the sun is rising, and it seems like the sun is shining brighter I'm usually stuck in my bed staring at my ceiling wondering why can't I just get that extra second or minute of sleep before my alarm goes off, but today is different.
This morning I hear my niece giggling and babbling beautiful poetry that only she, God, and other babies could understand.
I see the love in my sisters eyes as she feeds her and I know every morning she's thankful for her because she's a miracle.
Good morning, get up. Live and breathe.