Sometimes the absolute best toys weren't the ones full of lights, sounds and batteries. They weren't bought by Momma, Dadda or anyone else. And, they weren't really even toys. But, they were interactive, made their own cool noises and generally were pretty Peanut accessible.
Case in point: doors
More specifically: sliding doors
In particular: the sliding closet doors in your bedroom
You also really, really loved the door to your bedroom. Once you figured out how to close that door, Dadda and I were often locked out with a definitive "Slam!" of the door followed by peals of giggles. Followed, moments later, by you banging your hands on the door wanting us to open it back up, but then blocking us from doing anything more than opening the door a crack. You loved giving us just enough room to squeeze an eye in, but no more! Often, you let us sneak a peek, utter your delighted little "HI!" then you would SLAM the door again. Hi-lar-i-ous!
The sliding closet doors were a completely different story. Those doors created another world for you - your own little Peanut Clubhouse. You would sit in your closet, surrounded by your froggies and other, select favorite toys, sliding the doors back and forth and back and forth and back and forth endlessly. The game never got old. Sometimes you would invite Momma to come in and visit. More often, you would let me sit outside, laugh and watch. But, you always ventured out when it was time for some hugs and nuzzles.
Every time I hear those closet doors, I see you. I hear your musical laugh. I picture your toothy, beaming smile. Peanut, it took so little to bring you joy. I love that the boring, everyday sound of a sliding door now evokes images of my amazing, beautiful little boy. What a gift. Peanut, I love you bunches and oodles and bunches of noodles. To the moooooooooon and back!