My child laughing in his sleep holds the same magic to me as rainbows, aurora borealis, hummingbirds, whale spouts, shooting stars and fire flies.

It is fleeting – there one second, and gone the next.

I question my senses – ”is that really what that was?”

And still I do not doubt; no – I know, that I have just been in the presence of something magical.

Something divine.

Oh, the gratitude.

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