Avery is afraid of the dark. In the room he shares with his brothers, there is a glowing turtle nightlight, and also a musical globe that shines patterns of circus animals on the ceiling. Sometimes, if he hasn’t fallen asleep before the globe’s song ends, he’ll whimper, then cry. I go to him, and kiss his nose, and restart the light show.
Last night, as I kissed him, it was as if we were the only people in the world, him and me beneath a sky of monkeys and lions, elephants and giraffes. The love I felt for him was so pure, and so strong, it momentarily took my breath away.