It was one of those days.

I woke up to bright light ripping my eyelids open, tearing me from peaceful slumber.

I stared at nothing trying to make my eyes focus.

Mascara stuck my eyelashes together like glue.

My headband dug into my ears, and my ponytail was much too tight for comfort.

My phone had secretly slipped from my pocket and was now piercing into my side.

I fell asleep without washing my face. Ugh.

It was 7 something... hours before I should even be stirring.

I stumbled out of bed into the bathroom and washed my face. Brushed my teeth. Blinked my eyes a few times.

And then I heard a small creak, and saw a pair of small tired eyes staring back into mine.

Then a small smirk broke across the small face. And in turn, broke across mine.

As this small boy stumbled across the hall, dragging his small blanket, I heard his small feet patter across the bathroom floor.

And over to me.

And then he laid his small head on my leg.

And we both smiled.

Then that small smile broke into a small laugh. And in turn, so did mine.

And just like that my day turned.

Because of one small boy.