Your eyes are approximately
six inches from mine.
They are deeply-set,
sincere brown,
and smiling.
You are two years old–
a little wild animal–
and in this moment,
looking into your small face
I am grateful to be alive
and to know you.
To watch,
day by day
the animation 
that makes your 
little body go.
In my heart
you are always finding
new doors.
You open up rooms
that I didn’t know were there,
flooding them with
brilliant light,
running through
(in your rough and tumble way)
with bright balloons
and song.