Making a big circle with his outreached arms, his small pudgy fingers touching at their tips, V instructs me to “Come in to my circle, Mama”.

My big ol’ head can barely fit his tiny little circle, but I don’t mind. V laughs when I pretend to force my way inside of his circle. And I fill with an overwhelming sense of joy and peace, for there is no place I’d rather be than snuggled within my little man’s arms.