1.He sometimes spends entire days singing a running commentary of everything we do in 80's power ballad style. In rhyme. AND he will interject lyrical editorials, mostly concerning poop. It is one of the funniest things in the world.
He looks like this:
I would love him even if he wasn't mouth-dryingly, palm sweatily beautiful, but it sure doesn't hurt that he is. OR that he keeps getting better looking as he ages. Seriously, smiley crow's feet... YUM.
He makes me a better parent and a better person. I feel more capable and braver and kinder and funnier when he is around. I guess because he is all those things and he has enough of them to share.
Everything else about him, from his ability to make the worlds best sammiches to his funny hairy toes.
Sweetie, we miss you and can't wait for you to come home.