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The sound of little feet slapping the wood floors.

The way your dad’s laugh echoes down the stairs from your playroom.

Chubby cheeks that look like they’re stuffed with pudding.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Watching you sleep for a little bit every single night before going to sleep myself.

Slobbery kisses.

The way you call every type of bird a “duck!”

These are a few of my favorite things.

The gentle way my dad is with you.

The way your hair falls in your eyes, refusing to part.

The fat rolls on your thighs.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Hearing you find your voice and learn new words.

The swaying way you take each step.

The grin on your face as you charge toward me for a hug.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Morning snuggles.

Goodnight Moon.

Muslin blankets.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Of all the things in this world, my favorite things all revolve around you, because out of all my favorite things, my most favorite is you.

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