Your proud, elated face as you conquer a new challenge.
The tender taste of your toes as I nibble them gently; the cool feel of your smooth soles against my cheek as I play peek-a-boo with your feet.
Your silken smooth locks, shiny between my fingers as I straighten them and let them curl up again, like stretching a spring.
Delighted peals of laughter as I exuberantly kiss your soft, warm belly.
You catching sight of me after an absence: the glee in your eyes, the happily impatient gestures of your arms, the melodic sound of excited babbling.
The comfortable weight of your body, moulded next to mine, as I carry you on my hip.
The way you fit perfectly in the crook of my arm as I read you a story, occasionally burying my nose in your damp, freshly washed hair, inhaling your fragrance.
Your little shoes on the doormat next to mine; your hand trustingly in mine as we cross the street; the way you look at your father, enchanted, while he reads your favourite books.