Baby boy

It has been a long day. My eyes and body are tired. My head nods over the page I have been trying to read. In an effort relieve the pull of my weariness. I stretch my arms straight above my head my fist clenched. This always makes me think of my baby boy stretching in his sleep or when he wakes either time a sweet smile on his face. I sit for few minutes reveling in that image of my mind.
I open my eyes and look over my book. Not so small anymore I see my baby boy diligently sounding out words on the page in front of him silently struggling to read the words in his book.