It's getting to ride in the front seat of Papa's car through a parking lot when it's just you and Papa.
It's Daddy getting the highest score on Just Dance and all the giggles that come with it.
It's sleeping over at Grandma's.
It's Nana making you a hat or scarf.
It's the secret club you and Papa have.
It's coloring with Grandpa.
It's getting to walk over to the neighbors' houses, alone, to deliver baked goods.
It's being allowed to call Nana and Aunt C for no reason other than to use the phone.
It's being able to slide down the huge pile of snow at the end of the street on the way home from school.
It's the impromptu sword fight with Mommy.
It's being the only one in the house who can "properly" load the dishwasher, other than Mommy, of course.
It's making the pizza dough all by yourself.
It's the small conversation with your sister's teacher after school.
It's being including to play with the big kids.
It's shining the flashlight all over the house so Puppy will chase it.
It's glow in the dark anything.
It's walks with Papa.
It's getting to polish Grandma's nails.
It's building with Grandpa.
It's lunch with Nana.
It's sitting on Daddy's lap playing the piano.
The little things matter.