You are gone, and I miss you.
There are birds in the courtyard, some in cages, some wondering on the grass. It is sunny and cool. There is a small Italian cafe on the corner- so out of place, and yet so memorable. This small part of town is an oasis in a dirty, filth- ridden city.
Apparently the age of 5 is one where kids love to push the sanity buttons of those in charge of them. My boys have it down to a science, which is odd considering they still cannot manage button-up jeans. And yet they are the ninjas of driving me crazy.