Wake up Madel

Everything that I dreamt was of perfect detail, of what I wanted it to be, how perfect his eyes were, tracing down to his sharp nose. To how perfect his ears were. How his hair was trimmed to a neat-do, and how his lips were pursed. Only thing missing was mine on those 

I know the word perfect was repeatedly used but there is no other word to describe this flawless beauty. What a beautiful boy.

Gibberish to start my Sunday morning, weather's great at the farm, erasing every inch of tiredness I have in my body. Its a love-hate relationship i have with my 8am body clock.
Have a good week y'all!