He has a cute little button nose with a parade of freckles dancing across its bridge and spilling over each side onto full, rosy cheeks. His hair, the color of a fiery orange sun setting over deep blue oceans. His smile, generous and authentic causing deep dimples to form at its borders, framing a rippled, crinkled little nose. His skin, a light parchment still smooth and brand new in its innocence. Its crisp new pages barely written upon, the beginnings of a life yet to be lived. He is the gentle, early light that creeps through the window each morning.