In 20 years, I want to remember
how we hold hands in the middle of the night
the rhythmic tuck tuck tuck of your swallows
the look on your face when you get excited about something and try to chew on your fist
the last big sigh before you drift off to sleep
your good morning face
your incredibly soft, fat baby hands with knuckle dimples deeper than moon craters
how you blow raspberries at the most serious of times
the sound from the next room of your feet kicking the side of the crib
your laugh, the one that sounds like huuuuuuh
how you grab fist fulls of my hair and don’t let go
just like I don’t ever want to let go
of you.
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This is so sweet Mando. xoxo