Tiny knocks...

Today I will remember the sound of quiet footsteps down the hall, the sound of tiny knocks on a door before the sun is up...the sweet morning snuggles of a four year old and the feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach, the warmth that soothes my heart and brings peace to my mind in the instant that he looks into my eyes and wraps his tiny arm around me. There is no where else I would rather be.