Spring has sprung
Yesterday I watched my niece’s eyes flutter in the rearview mirror as she fought a late afternoon nap. Turns out that even for half-decade olds, the familiar flutter of eyelashes before sleep is the same as if she were still a little old. Mine fights sleep all the time. In fact he has just succumbed to a nap now. Having recovered from a 24 hour fever, he is more attached to me than ever. I…