I love your light. The way way you light up a smile on a strangers face in the grocery store when you just smile and say “hi” to them out of nowhere. The way your eyes light up when you sense some fun, goofy game coming on. The way you light up your little sister’s face when she sees you first thing in the morning and squeals, “Sissy!” I love what a conversationalist you are. I love your imaginative narration when you’re playing by yourself with your dolls and stuffed animals. I love how you make toys out common objects. I love the way you improperly pronounce certain words. I love that one of your favorite people in the world is the silly character Lothar the Hunchback that I made up to entertain you guys. I love how you do your Mama’s hair while she’s napping and while you’re supposed to be napping too. I love how you convince me to do things just by saying, “Oh Papa, just let me do it.” I love all your multi-faceted expressions, especially what you do with your eyes; making them worried, or sad, or serious. I love your cheeks. I love how excited you get when Maia wakes up from a nap and you run down the hall shouting with sheer joy, “Maia’s awake! I’m gonna go get her!” I love how you say “chillllly” and the “cold face” you make, tensing every muscle in your face and neck. I love when you don’t know a word you make something really crazy up. I love that you scream, “Meat on the bone!” when we barbecue. I love that you know everything, and sometimes you’ve learned it because Mama exposed you to it when you were in her belly. I love how well you brush your teeth. I love how engrossed you get during story time, taking in every word and picture. I love your memory. I love the way you sing. I love how peaceful you look when you sleep and how soundly you do it. I love when you wake up way too early and say in a whisper-yell, “Papa! Wake up! Feed me, I’m hungry!” I love how much love you have and that your ours to share. I just love you little Zooba.