How much you remind me of your dad… it could be something little like the way you both stand with one hip popped out to the side, or something bigger like the way you observe those around you before diving into a situation.
Your thirst for knowledge… 1000 questions just isn’t enough for you. There’s always one more.
That you really don’t know the difference between a soccerball, baseball, basketball and football… you will someday, on your own terms. And if you never do, that is ok.
Your eyes…especially when your long whitish hair isn’t tousled up and hiding them.
Your sense of adventure…even when it brings you to the edge of a large cliff, stream or other dangerous situation.
That you have zero rhythm when you wiggle and dance… keep dancing to your own beat.
When you put others before yourself…. a true gentleman. Your grandpa would be proud.
Your obsession with Legos and creating something from nothing… Never lose that ambition.
How you carry a notebook and pencil around with you… just like me! You never know when inspiration will strike.
You still ask for a big squeeze when something upsets you…and that you still reach out to hold my hand when walking down the street.