Two Feet by Two Feet

   

What unit is happiness measured in?  My weight is measured in pounds, my gas and milk are measured in gallons, my food is measured in ounces, and my happiness is measured in feet.  Two feet by two feet is the space of my happiness.
     My happiness creeps down the hall every morning at six a.m. on the dot. He walks in to the living room and scoots right up beside me.  My happiness knows that I will have coffee for two waiting on him.  My heart is full when I am smashed into my chair crowded out by my son. 
     Raising a man is such an odd process.  My son will be a man one day and I am simply along for the ride.  I hope all that is good and sweet about him now stays with him into adulthood.  I hope the habits he and I create stick with him.  Will he always get up and drink coffee and talk with the woman in his life about what he dreamt the night before?  Will he continue to start his days with a bowl of oatmeal and a devotional lesson? 

      I love morning, before it is light.  The day is new and untarnished.  Morning is an opportunity, the beginning of what you make your day to be.  I love sharing this time with the other morning person in our house.  I know Turner is awake before six, just like me.  He knows to stay in his bed til six then he slips out and we cuddle.  We talk and I stroke is bed mussed hair and smell his little boy morning breath.  Morning is my time with my son.  It's my two feet by his two feet in the chair and it's what a measure of happiness is.