How precious it all is, those exhaustingly sacred hours between dusk and dawn, cradling a piece of your heart in that thick quiet. Those early days with a newborn are heavy with survival and sacrifice, held together by a joy unspeakable.
So together you watch and wait; his breath synced to yours, delicate yet resilient. The sky starts so deep and heavy, the cracks of brilliance dancing between, then the colors outside subtly shift towards light, the brightness pouring in, surrounding hearts so entwined.
