As I sit here going through your pictures tears come to my eyes. It's been three years already. Somehow my mind blocks me from looking back at ease. From 15 months on it seems like a blur. Each word I think of typing I find myself needing to stop and compose myself before tears run down my face. I'm going to add a bunch of pictures just to keep the tears from getting too heavy.
There are so many things I love about you. I love your smile. I still love the perfectly spaced gaps between your teeth. I love your big head and how you rub your long eyelashed eyes when you are tired.
I love your laugh! Oh, how I love your laugh and how your face gets red and you run out of breath when you are being tickled. But you beg and beg for more.
I love how you share, but let it be known you aren't going to take any crap even if the guy has 100 pounds on you. I love your late night requests for me to sleep by you or when you come sneak into our bed even if the answer is no sometimes.
I love how you want to be the first one to talk to your baby brother in the morning. How you care for him and reassure him when he is upset. I love the funny things that come out of your mouth even though sometimes they are completely inappropriate.
I love that you still want your silky blankets. You're the only boy in the house that is that particular about his blankets. I love how you still fold your hands together in your sleep. I love that you think the world of your big brother but won't let anyone know it.