My Dearest Caroline,
Sleep well and be at peace because I will watch over you. When you slumber remember how much I love you. Especially your smile.
I love it when you smile. I love it when it’s garbled, full of ooh’s and ahh’s and baby coos, dripping with drool.
I love it when it’s small, inquisitive, shy and young. Full of wonderment and curiosity. I love it when it’s big and bright, your head tossed back with the fullness of it and eyes brimming with tears.
I love it when it’s sly, coquettish, and smug, like the way it does when you know I’m in the wrong and you’re in the right. Here’s a secret, you always are.
I love it when it’s sad, the ends only barely curving upwards to form an crescent. Even when it breaks my heart.
I love it when your cheeks glow and you show your teeth. You shine then, radiant, like the sun.
I love it when you direct it towards me, and only for me. It feels like you’re whispering secrets in my ear.
And I love it when your wrinkles show, laugh lines running deep like rivers carved into your face. The years only making you more beautiful.
I love all it all, and I will love it all again.