That bed head. Your raspy, morning voice. The light flooding our living room. The way you request your leche. The way you refuse to drink it out of any bottle except your purple one that really should be thrown away. The grasp you have on all three of your bobos (pacis). Those cheeks that are covered in dried toddler drool. Those cheeks I could kiss over and over. The warmth of your hugs. The way you request “paaaaaw patrol mama”.