Love

I love

Snowy stage band mornings

Dark and cold

Blowing in the door with some random trumpet player

Our conductor's coffee

Wet I-just-showered hair

Bedhead, the age-old oops-forgot-my-folder

Sleepy music with my favorite people

In my favorite room

As the sun rises

I love

Snow day spelling bee google meets

Tired but spelling anyway

Having the Super Bowl on but paying it no mind

Too absorbed in the word lists

I love

Yo-yo

Something I had completely forgotten existed

And then suddenly

I thought was so cool

Because you were cool
And you were good at it

You're good at everything

I love

Sunday morning Da Capo

Taking turns carpooling

Writing nothings on foggy windows

Scrolling through funny flute-related picture books

Listening to our favorite music

I love

Making messy origami

Hanging out on an orange beanbag

Sneaking in Crossy Road

"Censoring" songs with sparkly penguins and bow ties

In full concert attire

I love

Folding tons of paper cranes

All sorts of different colors

With little notes on them

Shoving them all in your cubby

Laughing and running away

Your face when you saw it...

I love

Writing silly stories in the dark of the car

Cracking each other up

You doing your adorable panicky thing

Our silly little scribble art and hangman and diary entries and Mad Libs

I love

You

Truly

Always

Like all-fire.