I sat on the couch with Lyle this afternoon, watching CARS - a special birthday treat which had the added bonus of making the hours go by faster while we waited for his party guests to arrive.
I marveled over Baxter's l-o-n-g, lean body stretched across the floor below us, and smiled when Lyle pretended to be scared just so he could hold my hand some more.
After a while, he leaned back on a throw pillow, facing me.
"Mommy, is time just passin' us by?" he asked.
I'd say so, little guy. I'd say so.