Spring is here.
And the birds are busy building their nest above our bedroom window. Each morning, I hear them chirping, fluttering and colliding against the window pane.
These birds return every year, my alarm clock of the season.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! A new day has begun.
Can I stay in bed a little bit longer? I've been hibernating.
Did March Break come and go? I could have sworn I had the kids all week but it seemed like an eternity.
Like the birds, my boys wake up at the crack of dawn and shrill all day long.
The very thought of spring brings renewal, rebirth and change.
And a special birthday.
I can't believe my eldest son turned eleven years old.
Where did the time go?