I love it when you do silly things to try to make us laugh.
I love it when you laugh about something, and we don’t get it.
I love it when you practice your scowl for fun and then crack up afterwards.
I love the fact that last month, I lost count of how many words you knew one day after I decided to try to keep track.
I love the way you say yellow, adding a few more syllables and some extra Ls, and eliminating the Y altogether.
I love the fact that Daddy and I have to spell words these days when we want to keep you from understanding us.
I love that you love tofu, and call it “fufu.”
I love to watch you try to eat with a fork.
I love that you call it a gork.
I love that you’re not only learning words, but teaching some, too.
I love it when I think you’re asleep in my arms, but then you surprise me in the quiet darkness by saying “eyes,” and poking me in the eye.
I love it when you pick and eat basil, beet greens, and lettuce straight out of the garden.
I love the fact that I can get you to eat almost anything green by telling you it came from the garden.
I love watching you dance to everything, from classical to a hard bass line.
I love it when you bounce to silence to tell us you want us to put on some music.
I love to watch you flip through books on your own, and stop and stare at certain pages for reasons I don’t understand.
I love that you excitedly exclaim “moon!” when you see anything with a crescent shape.
I love it when you wake up, and instead of crying, immediately ask “puff?” or “nana?”– wanting a snack.
I love how you’re starting to play imaginary games with sound effects, pretending one thing is something else.
I love watching you squint into the sun.
I love that you love pointing out belly-buttons.
I love the single curl of hair in the back of your head.
I love your version of a cat sound.
I love the way that you still give baby parrot kisses, with the tip of your tongue.
I love that I love you, even when I’m having a hard time finding anything to like in the world.
I love it when you look at me.