+ The way your hair gets all fuzzy and matted in the back. It tickles my arm when I’m feeding you.
+ The squawking. Like a dinosaur. Seriously, like a dinosaur. Is it singing? You do it to Justin Timberlake. Is it talking? You did it at 6am this morning. Whatever it is, it’s the greatest.
+ The way your little hand holds on to my arm when you’re eating. And my shirt.
+ How soft your skin is. It blows my mind how soft your skin is.
+ How much you love to see yourself in the mirror.
+ The kisses. Oh, the kisses. Mouth wide open. In it to win it. The best is when you request them.
+ Your determination to stand. Just because you arch your entire body, little buddy, doesn’t mean you’ll automatically stand. But until you learn that, I’ll be there to help.
+ That sweet, gummy smile that greets Papa and me whenever you haven’t seen us for a while.
+ Your patience with reading. Sure, you have opinions about which books you want to read, but when we’re reading the right ones, you could sit there for hours.
+ Your little open mouth stare when the TV is on. Just like your Papa’s.
+ The way you kick and punch and rock your head side to side before you’re fully awake.
+ Your hair. Just, your hair.
+ Those first few seconds in the tub where your tongue comes out. What are you licking?
+ The way your little scratchy fingernails feel on my skin.
+ How you hold my lips in your hand when you’re tired. I think it’s a way to show me your affection.
+ The way you fall asleep in an instant as soon as I lie you down next to me.
+ The way your whole body tenses up as we walk down the stairs.
I love you Harry Bear.