You are a tiny person now. Brilliantly alive and sparkling. You and I talk about things. A shift of your eyes, a sound that’s meant to emulate, a little gesture with your pudgy hand…I know you my little love. You know how to ignite my Mommy temper, you push me to my limit then you crinkle your nose and laugh! We keep secrets. You and me. When Daddy’s not home I dance for you like a fool, spinning and leaping across the kitchen! You know when I’m truly happy and when I’m worried. When you get hurt you run to me, burying your face in my neck, real tears running down your cheeks. You’re fearless. You climb to the very top of every playground arms outstretched squealing “Weeeeeeee” at the sight of a slide. My body is bruised and scraped from crawling on hands and knees with you through tunnels, flying down slides, and monkeying across bars. You have favorites. You tell us. You bring lunch to Daddy to the drive through at CVS, you eat his tater tots on the way. You can perform at least 15 animal sounds. You press individual letters on the computer keyboard with such determination expecting your precious YouTube videos to appear. You mine and I am yours.