Seeing his squinty eyes,
telling me all kinds of adventure,
in all its silliness.
His small little hands,
holding on to my weathered hands,
asking me for protection.
His inquisitive mind,
bewildered by all new things,
Daring to try and experiment.
His cheeky little smile,
His chuckly bursty laughter,
His mischievous style.
Yes, all these little things
means the world to me,
and simply makes me happy.
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