The other night I was passing through the hallway between our home library and my bedroom when I saw my youngest, who is 2, running through his own hallway. His hair, which is on the long side, rippled behind him, and he was flapping his arms as he ran, laughing about how it felt to have wings.
I waved my husband to my side and whispered, “Look how adorable he is.”
We’d already put him to bed, but there he was, darting back and forth, laughing hysterically, flapping his wings, unaware that we were watching. He looked like he might take off and fly.
Sometimes bedtime has to wait so a little boy can learn what it feels like to fly.
