Not long ago, we celebrated my son’s 35th birthday at a steakhouse on a Saturday night. My husband and I arrived after his family, so I was met near the front door by 8-year old Breezy.  She’d been sent to retrieve us.  “Where’s Papa?” she asked.  “He’s parking the car,” I said. Just after getting us settled down at the table, pointing out our assigned … Continue reading The Perfect Sleepover