The way she looks when she is sleeping, all limbs akimbo, face at peace, tangles of blanket and curls splayed on the mattress.
The way she tells me without hesitation or manipulation that I am "the BEST Mama in the World."
The way she pouts.
The way I knew I cry from the moment I first heard it.
The way she asks for "mama milk" and will curl into my lap.
Games that make no sense.
Helping her find answers to questions.
The calm after the storm of her tantrum.