King for a Day

After a short nap on a long red-eye flight from Anchorage, Marcus awoke in Chicago on his first birthday. Since we had a three hour layover, we all walked slowly to the next gate. Marcus strutted through the O'hare aiport decked out in red footed pajamas, hair and eyes gone wild and grinning like the Cheshire cat. I've never seen so many people laugh and smile at 6 o'clock in the morning.