Our new home is full of windows, which means we see reflections of different spaces in every room we are in.

This morning I was in our bedroom, drying my hair (attempting cleanliness even though I am not the social butterfly flittering around) and I saw a reflection of my son in the next room over.

He was lying on the floor, no, he was embracing the floor, lying in a perfectly placed sunbeam.  He was in the room all by himself and I was allowed this moment to witness him bathing in the sunshine and welcoming its warmth

Sunbeams to me are magical things, they create this safe, warm place. A position of solitude for us in the middle of large spaces.  They soothe and they comfort, they play and embrace.

And in my dreams of where we would end up, there were sunbeams.

Like when I was younger, I would lay on our living room floor while the sunshine would come through the south facing windows. I would snooze and dream and soak up the warmth

And now, to see my little dude playing with this beam of sunshine… I put down the hairdryer and I stopped and I embraced this moment.  He was beautiful.

Moments later he came tumbling into the bedroom (having found me at last, as all toddlers do)  He was still warm from the sunshine and he was beaming.

And he said to me, “mommy, I had a playdate with the sunshine”

Yes, silas, you did.

And so did I.