I've been watching the sun a little closer. Lately it always seems to be in my little baby's eyes when we go out. Grayson jerks his head clumsily, but effectively, away from those screaming beams of light while I shuffle my feet and pirouette into the shadows. Speaking of shadows, I think Grayson is already looking ahead to Spring when the leaves emerge and the trees return their sheltering shade.For now we stand on the front stoop with our back to the sun embracing its warmth with eyes closed.
