Sleeping Monkey

My little boy, you are a constant ball of energy, a firecracker exploding into glorious colour every waking minute of each day.  You zip this way and that, darting around my legs with a ferocious lust for discovery and a keen eye on the jellybean jar.  Your grubby, chubby little hands take life by the throat, exhausting every drip of goodness that can be found.  Then, like a daisy at dusk, you close up and collapse into a comatose state of angelic peace.  Oh to be two years old and on the cusp of self-discovery.  Enjoy the journey gorgeous child and I shall continue to sit by your bedside and watch your precious eyelids flutter like butterfly wings against the morning sky.