Lily loved James.
She loved how he sang in the evening, even though he was tone deaf and could sound like a boy in puberty.
She loved how when he laughed so hard, he skipped the noise, no sound escaping and shoulders shaking, eyes tearing with mirth.
She loved how in the winter, he could act like a child when her learned it had snowed, and would immediately create snow angels and pelt her with snow balls.
She loved how he was exactly 22.2 centimeters taller than him, and when they hugged, he would rest his chin on her head and rub slow circles into her back.
She loved how he good of a baker her was, and how they would bake cakes together at any time of the day.
She loved him even when he cried like the baby she held at Harry's birth, and the way he cradled him close.
She loved him even when he was broken over their friends, leaving one by one as the war raged on.
She loved him even when he went to fight Voldemort alone, so to give her a chance to protect their baby.
She loved James so much.