It's the way you call your sister "Beaners", and how you make-up the little stories to make her laugh. It's how you ask so many interesting questions, like "Mommy, where do you think that firetruck is going?", and then before I have a chance to answer, you answer yourself and say "I know, he's going to the grocery store to get breakfast for the OTHER firefighters". It's hearing you talk with your friends, engaging in conversation, not just keeping up, but leading it. It's listening you sing along to the radio in the car. It's watching you read your books outloud, listening to you re-tell the stories.
It's all these little moments everyday that make me so proud of you, and how hard you work everyday.
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