+ Your steel trap mind. You don’t forget anything.
+ The way your imagination takes off and all of a sudden you’re Marley with a hat, or your bed is the Millennium Falcon, or you’re making coconut butter with Oscar’s monkey.
+ Your tiny hand in my hand.
+ “That was a fart.”
+ All the apples with little bite marks in them. ALL THE APPLES.
+ Your insistence that Mickey Mouse needs a diaper change from Minnie.
+ When you’re in your bed but not tired. And all the shenanigans that ensue.
+ Your constant petting of Christmas trees.
+ How sensitive you are. You cried when you realized Darth Vader died. Or Marley. Or Yoda. Or our Christmas tree.
+ Your extreme introversion. It takes you a full week to recover from houseguests.
+ How much you love cereal. And meatballs.
+ Your tiny little butt.
+ When you ask for double snuggles at bed time.
+ How much you love to read. And trains. You love all trains.
+ The way you assume everyone has toys at their house “No, I’ll just play with Mr. Chris and Dr. Amanda’s toys.”
+ All. The. Bandaids.
+ And. The. Cotton. Balls.
+ When you get so frustrated and you just don’t know what to do so it comes out in a scream or a yell or you crumple to the ground. It’s so hard to see you so upset my love, but I am so grateful that I get to be here to walk you through this stage of life. You’re learning a lot every day and having a LOT of fun along the way.