Aug
31
Five
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At five years old, he still loves to be hugged.
He hates balloons, loud noises, and unfamiliar foods. He’s not too sure about dogs.
He loves spaceships, rockets, motorcycles, and guns. He loves the idea of the Blue Angels but not so much the earsplitting scream of their presence. He loves Legos, and he can build anything.
He loves to argue. He loves to dawdle. He loves to push boundaries. He loves to be praised.
He loves his brother. He loves his family. He loves to run and jump and yell. He moves through the world with everything set to eleven. He is a wide-open flower tilted to catch as much sun as possible.
At five years old, he’s outgrown my ability to describe him. I paint a tiny corner of his ever-expanding picture and it’s never enough.
I can only tell you how much I love him. That’s an easy story to tell.











Five today. All the fingers of a hand, spread wide.
Aug
26
Grand Klong
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