Thursday, 10 March 2011

Seeing Angels

Sometimes, when he awakes from his afternoon nap, he fixes his eyes on a spot on the ceiling and a smile slips onto his lips. A glorious glow spreads upon his upturned face and the smile stretches and spreads until it erupts into cascades of giggles that echo around the room.

I follow his eyes to the ceiling but I only see plaster and paint, because I don't have the eyes of a baby and I can't see the guardian angels that were watching him silently as he slept.


  1. What a happy way to awaken.

  2. What a nice way to wake up - a beautiful photo! x