We just returned from visiting my parents. LL loved every minute of our three-day weekend with Grammy and Pop; so much so, in fact, that he skipped both his naps and hardly slept at all last night. I’ll let you imagine how exhausted I feel. One of the songs I love to sing to him is Moon River–and I think I sang it seventy-two times last night. There was a period of about six months where I would watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s every night. Most evenings, I wouldn’t make it past the opening credits–and always, by the time Holly had finished her breakfast and the instrumental version of Moon River was over, I was fast asleep. Something about the melody and the quiet longing of it all…. And while it did not do my son much good last night, I thought I’d share it with you anyhow.