I love his sweet turned down mouth at rest. Rarely is it at rest these days.
I love his dimples. The one on the right cheek is the heart melter. The one on the left is the knock out punch.
I love his enthusiastic enjoyment of pancakes.
I love his wide open heart. No strangers or bad guys in his little world.
I love the way he plays with blocks. Holding his mouth just so. Completely entrenched in his creation. Sometimes roads. Sometimes garages to hold his cars. Sometimes tall towers. Sometimes precarious castles.
I love Ezra.