When our kids were little, we had a family tradition called Donut Sunday.
Every week, we’d walk to King Soopers, and the kids would each pick out a donut — the highlight of their weekend. The tradition wasn’t just the donuts, though. It was the moment they took that very first bite. I’d always snap a photo. Over time, those photos turned into a time-lapse of childhood — a sugary-sweet record of them growing up, one bite at a time.
My daughter Maggie’s bite was always the biggest, the most enthusiastic — eyes wide, mouth open, joy unfiltered.
In this piece, Maggie’s hair is made from paint chips I found at the hardware store, hand-cut and sewn onto the fabric. Her shirt is a scrap of cloth from my friend Christy, who used the same material to sew a handbag. And the “a” in her name? That’s a mini donut, of course.