1.     The way his dimpled hands clasp together all of the time, an exclamation of joy made visible through his body, his fingers folded into each other in every way. His hands too big for his body, like a puppy who will grow into them.

2.     His coy smile when he looks at the ceiling fan and laughs, turning into my body shyly because he is made so happy by the spinning panels whenever he wakes up.

3.     Tiny feet (big for his body though) with toes that curl up for no reason, the way his dad’s do when he’s putting on socks.

4.     The way he laughs because dad is wearing red shorts and dancing and singing a song.

5.     How grumpy he is when he decides, at a moment’s notice, that it is time to eat, how he has no patience, no time to wait, for he is hungry now.

6.     A hand on his cheek will calm him if I am in the front seat of the car and he is in the back, a small reassurance that I am near, even if I am out of sight.

7.     The way he talks to me when daddy whispers in his ear, looking at me, cooing something that sounds, if only in imagination, an awful lot like I love you.

8.     How, when he poops, we know immediately because he farts like a grown man, grunting and breathing heavily until he has finished, demanding to be changed immediately after.

9.     His delight at the moments of nakedness we allow him in the evenings or before a bath, in which he kicks his legs over and over, smiling at us from the changing table that he’ll inevitably pee on.

10. The way he consistently places his ring finger and his pointer finger over his middle finger before his hands join together.

11. One time, he stopped crying and looked toward the television at my sister’s house because he heard Vin Scully.

12. The way he looks at everything, never wanting to face inward, a curiosity that we hope continues as he grows.

13. How he looks exactly how I thought he would look, a perfect blend of his father and I.

14. The fluffiness of his hair right after a bath, right after his dad has combed it and he has cried because it’s the only part he really hates.

15. How he smiles when I smile, every time. How pure his happiness is, how I am driven to happiness by his happiness, the two of us stuck in an infinite loop of making each other happy every day.