+ When I kiss the spot right next to your eye, if you’re even remotely tired, your eyes will start to close.
+ The way your little hands hold on to Papa’s cheeks
+ The face you make when you try a new food. It looks like nothing but disgust, but you keep on trying that food!
+ The way you smell after a bath.
+ The way you smell before a bath.
+ When you’re tired and heavy and you sink right into my arms.
+ Your sideways smirk when someone worthy of your attention is across the room.
+ How you rest your forehead on my face when you get tired.
+ The light taps you give your own head when you’re nursing.
+ Your smile.
+ How independent you already are.
+ The way you stand so big and tall, yet seem so tiny in that stance.
+ You only roll over when you feel like it. Which isn’t often.
+ You, all snuggled up with Mama’s blanket instead of doing tummy time.
+ The way you very excitedly snuggle all of your brother’s stuffed buddies.
+ The way you look at Harry.
+ The happy/impatient laughing/grunting that rides the edge between laughter and utter meltdown when you’re hungry and you know it’s coming.
+ How you suck on your lower lip.
+ Those belly laughs and how hard I work for them.
+ Your arms, which never stop moving.
+ How much you love to look at yourself in the mirror. I hope you’re always as happy with that reflection as you are right now.
I love you buddy boy.