1. The way you say “awesome”.
2. The way you dance and spin without abandon.
3. The way you sing when you’re happy and you don’t even know it.
4. Your genetically-inspired and now augmented addiction to chocolate milk.
5. The fact that you snort when you laugh.
6. The way that you laugh whenever you find something funny. You’re not afraid to be happy.
7. The way that you tell me when you’re sad, or you’re missing someone. You’re not afraid to be sad.
8. That one night when you were littler, Will and I asked you, ‘who is your favourite person, Cameron?’ and you pointed to yourself and said ‘me!’
9. That you know that C is ‘our letter’, for your name and mine.
10. That when we’re lying on the couch watching something (current addictions: powerpuff girls and strawberry shortcake), you always hold my hand and tell me to watch when you know there’s a funny or exciting part coming up.
11. Your anal retentiveness. ‘No, mommy, it does not go that way. Clean up properly’, you say. Again, you get this from both your parents.
12. The fact that you exist.
I love you Cameron-macaroni-pie. You who is never afraid to love. That once your shyness ebbs, you embrace a person without boundary, and love without fear.
I love you.