The Little Things

I love you

and the little things you don't notice, but I do

I imagine you laying in your cribs upstairs

breathing peacefully, 

sound asleep after a hard day's play

I look around at all the things you've touched

strewn about the floor perfectly 

just how you dropped them, left them,

perfectly

I love your messes

A dolly over here, cheerios there, a ring, a ball

No one can drop a toy quite like you

I love you
and the little things you don't notice, but I do