My 4 year old.
Has more energy in his little finger than I do in my entire being (or so it seems most days).
Has a smile that lights up the world.
Has a huge heart and loves to give hugs to everyone. He has, in fact, randomly walked up to people in Wal-Mart to hug them only to walk away and leave them with huge smiles on their faces. He is also the one whose teacher said she had to tell him he can’t just get up and hug her in the middle of class – not because it’s a bad thing but because every other child will do the same thing and all control will be lost.
Does things in his own timing but has an innate sense of the super important things. Including birth. My water broke around 8am, 4 weeks early. He waited until Grandma (my mom) got there, 15 hours later, to arrive. And it’s a good thing. He wasn’t breathing right and my mom, being a NICU nurse, worked with him when the other nurses walked away from him. She kept him from going to NICU and he was able to go home with me 2 days later.
I’m so very proud of him.
They are only little once.
I opted not to get school pictures this year. I don’t see the point since I’m a photographer. So, here’s ZigZag’s first ever school pictures.