Things I love about Maïa

In no particular order:

that she yells as she runs (to hear the vibration)
the way she asks, "me, Mummy?" when she hears me talking about someone
the sound of her voice
that she has her own fashion sense (another dress, Mai??)
the way she takes her sister's hand and leads her around the house
her hair
the way she draws me at least three times the size of anyone else in her pictures
her penchant for horses or anything horse-like (zebras, pegasus, unicorns, donkeys)
her laughter
the way she says, "coucher sur maman!" before bed and lies on me with her eyes closed as she counts her breaths, up to 20 (every single night)
the way she gasps and looks surprised when I catch her picking her nose
that she doesn't know what race is and that she doesn't seem to take note of people's skin colour
the way her lips become the size of a dime when she makes a fish face
her perfectionist tendencies
the way she gladly helps clean up and then actually cleans up more than I had planned on doing myself
that her shouting isn't even that loud
that she loves books
that she sometimes carries around imaginary things (lately: Slimey and Skirmy the earthworms, along with a caterpillar)
her singing voice
that she is almost always singing
her perfect hugs
her love for everyone she knows (I have yet to hear her say that she doesn't like someone)

...these are just a few of the things that I love about Maïa; it is not an exhaustive list. I'm sure many of my readers could come up with more...