Dear Finch,
I love how you make sure to keep a toe or a finger or your arm or your shin in contact with some part of my body to feel the security that I'm still around.
I love how you explain everything that you want either by gesturing, crying, or just lunging toward me.
I love how Yogurt feels like God-given ambrosia to you.
I love how Turkeys seem to be your favorite animals and that the mere mention of those weird birds brings a smile to your face.
I love how you've made this little game out of handing trinkets to me and then asking for them back.
I love how in the last one week you decided to learn everything - walking, saying Haa (Yes) & Na (No), eating with a spoon on your own. As if you needed to meet quarter end targets.
I love how you have a heirarchy of people you want - Mumma, Pappa, Baa, Beckett, and then the lady who helps us.
I love tickling you with my stubble. You love getting tickled.
The past 5 odd days have been some of the happiest of my life. And I have you to thank for them.
I love you 3000.
