I am up early every day during the week just so I have time to sip my coffee quietly on the couch and watch as the sun rinses the last bits of night from the morning sky. It is one of my favourite times of the day. This also happens to be my younger sons’ favourite time of the day, but for a different reason. About ten minutes into my coffee I will inevitably hear the soft shuffle of feet across the floorboards above, followed by the muffled tumble of footsteps on the stairs. Seconds later my beautiful, sweet boy will appear in the living room, sleep still clinging to his eyes. With ruffled hair and a drowsy smile he will climb awkwardly onto the couch in order to fold his warm, sleepy body into mine. I will rest my head on top of his, and time will stop while we sit, often in silence, and drink in the sweetness of the moment. This is my daily reminder to breathe, to be present and to love the quiet in-between moments that may seem like nothing, but mean absolutely everything.