On this cold, clear night in early winter as the moon is on the very edge of fullness and sits atop the black sky with sharp edges and blinding brightness, I spy the three stars of my childhood unmistakably titling upwards and welcome Orion the Hunter back to his Northerly grounds. We spent the first night of our busy weekend celebrating the fifth birthday of a special little kid, and somehow ate pizza and ice cream for dinner like the special little kids we are.