It’s the little things about you at this age that I always want to remember. The way you tuck in your bottom lip. The way your hair grows in a mohawk. The way that mohawk falls over like an ocean wave because I can’t bring myself to trim it yet. The way you always find your left thumb. How silly you are. How your smile makes everyone around you smile too. How beautiful your eyes are. What a perfect little soul you are. My sweet boy, always stay this amazing.