Avery loves to draw circles.  Sometimes, we call them “O”s, sometimes it’s “zeros” but really, they’re all circles, and he’s very good at making them.  When he works, his face tightens with concentration as his little fingers grip the pencil.  His tongue peeks out, a wisp of golden hair falls in his eyes.  Continue reading “Circles”


Up, down, all around


When everything is so exciting you can’t sit still.
When life is so full you think you might burst.
When your greatest dreams come true, multiplied.
When it’s Christmas, and you’re 4.