We walked from church to the Yale campus with Buzz Lightyear in tow, as is typical these days. Blake shed his dress shirt, Hugo and I went without coats. We stopped for Mexican food and hurried home to throw the windows open, diffuse lemongrass, sweep out the dirt and dust of winter. I'm not about to let myself believe that the cold is behind us, but for just a moment, it felt like spring.
And please notice the sticker from nursery that Hugo insisted on sticking to his bum. Love that kid.