When I scoop her up and hug her, she pats my back
The way she expresses her pure joy – her wide smile and wiggling body and wildly flapping arms when I come home from work
When we’re sitting in the chair in her room reading, she places her hand on mine.
When her brother is overly energetic and annoying me, she laughs uncontrollably and my annoyance dissolves
She makes meaningful eye contact
She eats almost anything
She likes my singing
When she does the sign for “more” you can judge the level of her desire by how frantically she is signing
When she scoots on the beach, she leaves an adorable trail in the sand
And when I subject her to atrocities such as getting stuck by a needle to have blood drawn for one of the many tests, she forgives me
Jojo The Strong 
I’ve read all of these, Sara. I love em. I wish I knew about this side of you before. Keep writing — always keep writing!
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