Somewhere around two or three, you shaped the face you have today at age nine. Your hair is longer and darker, your stature is broader and taller, but your cherubic face remains, tricking me into time is not passing by so quickly for you. No, I will not tell you what “cherubic” means, you’ll just roll your eyes. There’s that smile. It’s brightens your whole face, and I see it most in your eyes and the tops of your cheeks. I love that you have the same dark eyes as me and the same eyebrows I had at your age.