Peach fuzz, open mouths and one eyed horses. I love you.

I love you.
I love the way you see the world.
I love the way you believe in yourself.
I love that I'm your hero. Because you're my hero too.
I love the way your mouth hangs open, just a little, when you focus really hard.
I love the way, even though your stuffed animal "Horsey" is missing an eye, you love him with all of your heart and sleep with him every night, so "he" won't get scared.
I love the way, even though you always mess with your sister, you follow her around like a puppy dog.
I love how when the girl at school said you have a mustache, you told her it was only "peach fuzz" and then told me,"I don't even eat peaches Mommy!"
I love the way you don't think it's uncool to call me Mommy.
I love your laugh.
Your smile.
I love everything about you.

And I really, really love when you tell me, "I love you so much in the whole world!" And stretch your arms out as far as they can reach.
I love you too. 
So much.
In the whole world.
I love you.