Nighttime

I played tennis last night until 7:30. I got home and the boys were already in bed, but still awake. I checked on them one by one to say good night.

When I entered Griffin's room, his face broke into a huge smile, he gasped and said, "It's morning?!" He bounced on his bed, eager to begin another day.

I explained it wasn't morning yet because he had to go to sleep first. He laid down with his head on his pillow, quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Just as quickly, he opened up his eyes again and looked around as if the sun would shine through his curtains.

"It's morning!" He yelled.

I think the long days of winter, with little or no morning sunshine to herald the arrival of a new day are going to be hard for this child.