Gazing at her 7 year old son Moorlyn as he sat in the window tears filling his round beautiful brown eyes , it was like he seen something he never seen before but something beautiful , something that took his breath away

I moved closer anxiously wanted to see what he saw , it was nothing out there he turned halfway with one hand on the glass of the window

He looked up at me removing his hands from the windows to my face & said “ mommy it’s you i seen you in the window , my reflection ? I asked he shouted YES ! But i never seen you like this mommy i never seen anything but now i can see it everywhere but still not the way it looks on you “ in confusing his mom looked at him she kneeled “explain baby your scaring me “

Moorlyn said “ your skin is glowing , it’s like when your next to the window mommy the sun loves you , the sun is hugging you i can see it jumping off of you and it feels like magic mommy i see the color on the ground underneath the grass , the pole is kinda that color & the bench and on Ms.Nancy across the street it made her Afro look like a halo mommy i think the sun is your super power

She sat in the chair quietly in pure amazement and thought “My Sun is seeing me for the first time in color & he loves what he sees “ she never felt anything greater

He went on and on for the whole day he even went on to draw a picture of her everything else black and white but her skin cocoa and smooth he really took his time accenting it with gold and yellow sparks what he says reminds him of a halo , crown , the sun

“Your the Sun-Mommy , the Mommy-Sun what the name mommy what is it” , he said with so much excitement in his voice

I giggled because i didn’t know what to say “I’m wherever you want me to be son your my Sun you know that “ your my Sunshine & my Rainbow

Your my rainbow baby , my SONshine after the Rain

He smiled not really understanding what she was referring to but confidently he said back “So your My God, your God Mommy” the Sun , the rain the moon they all come from God right ?

She mumbled yes with tears filling her eyes , her heart flutter and filled with joy and great full ness she closed her eyes to breath and take in the words from her baby and growing king !

It’s the prettiest thing i never saw mommy

Now i know why daddy calls you chocolate , chocolate is the best but i didn’t know it looked like my mommy now i really love it

“What is it called ? “

The color is called brown

Brown ? He repeated over and over as if he was instilling it in his brain

He then asked how to spell it

She wrote it for him

B-R-O-W-N he finished writing after her in the sloppiest 7 year old handwriting

“Is beautiful”

Brown is Beautiful it’s my favorite color now and i get to see it everyday i wonder which color I’ll see next year he went back and sat by the window taking in the experience of the best day he ever saw .