Day 9733 – Giorno

Dear Giorno,
Three in the morning, I stepped through the door
Tired eyes, restless heart, whispering the night before
“Wait for me, son, come when Papa’s home
Let it be the weekend when you choose to be born”

And you did.
From 3 a.m. to 10 a.m., the world felt still
Time slowed to a hush, holding its breath until
Your name greeted the morning like a prayer
Soft as sunlight on closed eyes, hanging in the air

Welcome, my son.
Today begins your own count of days
Someday you will read this
And know how love filled the room before you opened your eyes