This morning as I was waking Reid up, she did her usual cat-like stretches that make me think of a dancer moving in slow motion. Her eyes stay shut til the last minute – not scrunched shut but closed with a determination to out last me and go back to sleep. I think sleeping kids are beautiful. I still wake mine but it doesn’t diminish my enjoyment of watching her. Ken was in the room with us this morning and I said to him, “Isn’t she beautiful?” Reid’s eyes popped open and she asked, “Who?”. Playing possum, I guess.