Before every fire Dada makes in the fireplace, you layout the kindling for him… in a pattern, each different than the last. Each its own little new creation of artistic expression. It wasn’t all that long ago that you said “patterin” instead of “pattern”. It was one of my favorite words you got wrong in your toddlerhood. A close second only to “budge-a-chotch” (butterscotch). It’s both a joy and difficulty, simultaneously, watching you grow and change so much, so constantly and so quickly. That’s why I’m preserving these little moments.