I love you on sunny days and rainy days. I love your messy hair and how you smell in the morning. I love how easy it always is to distract you and how difficult it is to make you laugh. I love your smile that comes slowly and the sight of your gapped teeth. I love your impatience and your swinging appetite. I love your inability to sleep 12 hours straight or crawl when you are 7 months old like those babies on those shiny parenting books.
I just love you.
To me you are perfect.
I hope that if you read this one day, you’ll give me a call. Because I might be sitting on the front porch remembering these days, when we both sat comfortably in silent, watching the rainfall.