Sometimes at night when the house is still I sneak into your room and watch you breathe that deep peaceful breath.

I love the sounds you make when you're alone playing, acting out different characters in your lovely high pitched voice.

I like to observe how you're absorbed and totally mesmerised watching your cartoons not moving a single muscle and not hearing any other sound even if your name is called out ten times.

I love how innocent your knowledge is about the world. Having no idea about the horrors that are ongoing daily. I hate to think that slowly day by day as your circle of view gets larger it will not be so anymore. I'd like to protect you from that but I can't.

It brings me joy when you hold your arms in your awkward but cute way without any self-consciousness.

Sometimes without realising you say something profound that moves me so deeply I almost break down in tears but I have to keep a straight face.

Every day I thank the stars and the sky that you were sent to me. When I'm having a tough time it's the thought of you that makes me keep going.

Your sincere deep laughter when I make my dumb jokes brings me immense happiness.

I find small reminders of your presence constantly. The lone sticker that has somehow ended up on the couch cushion. The lego block I stepped on in the most unexpected place. I'm not mad about them because the alternative would mean emptiness.

I dread the day when you don't need me as much anymore even though it's a natural part of life.

I hope that in the future when you look back and think of me you remember fondly the time we spent in ordinary moments.