**Letter written to my son as he was sleeping when he was just a newborn. Mouth slightly open, you breathe in your lullaby dreams and sweet whispers of love. By morning, the peaceful sleep will be wiped from your eyes, but you will smile at the new day and embrace it with arms wide open. You are not haunted by the day's worries, or acquainted with the ghosts that fill your mother's eyes. The light in your eyes is so bright and casts shadows upon my own, blanketing them, quieting them, giving me my own moments of simple peace.