What do I love about you?
Your laugh, loud and honking, but full of mirth.
Your clumsiness, how hard you try to control it, but it just makes you more wonderful to me.
The way you hold our son and tousle his blue hair, our most perfect creation, even better than that ceramic jug we made together.
You. The way you could be anyone, anything and you chose to be…
You.
You eyes, your hair, your nose, your everything.
You are who you feel comfortable as.
You.
Me.
Teddy.
We.
We belong.
The way your hand perfectly fits mine, even as we fall, even as we hit the ground.
Together.
In the dust and the light.
Together.
Especially in death.
Wotcher, Tonks.
