Two years old.
Two years of fun.
Two years of tears.
Two years of poopy diapers, toddler hugs and kisses, and sleepless nights.
Two years of watching my heart walk around outside of my body.
I'm not sure how it's possible, but every single day I feel as if I love you a million times more than I did the day before.
Every day you change, grow, become more of a little person and less of an un-opinionated baby.
I love this stage...this age. Even with the tantrums. Even with the middle of the night wake-up calls. I love every single thing about you.
Watching your face scrunch up into an almost embarrassed grin as I use a funny voice while reading to you.
Seeing you learn to jump, climb, reach, pull, slide, carry, and DO - all with purpose and determination.
Hearing you dissolve into a puddle of giggles as you wrestle with your daddy.
Feeling you wrap your little arms around my neck - squeezing my cheeks with your tiny hands - planting your little lips smack on mine.
Your innocence.
And knowing that you are all mine. All ours. And we created you.
There are days when your daddy and I will be standing in the kitchen, chatting or washing and drying dishes together, when you'll come barreling in on your bike, hop off with ease, and throw your arms around one of our legs in a bear hug, squealing with glee at the fact that your favorite people are in your presence. And I'll look at your daddy and say "I still can't believe there is another person living in our house...a little person that WE made!" Your daddy will always respond coolly with something along the lines of "hey, we do good work". And I know how much pride he has swelling inside of him, for the son he calls his own.
Just as I feel it couldn't be possible to love you more than I already do, I know your daddy feels the same way. I watch his love and admiration for you grow ten-fold every time he lays eyes on you. Every time he opens the door after a long day at work and you run into his arms yelling "Da Da! Da Da!" Every time you lean your little head towards his in your own "guy code" kind of snuggle...I see another little piece of him soften.
I remember crying in disbelief, the week we brought you home from the hospital, at how our lives would never be the same. Worried. Frightened. Unsure if I was prepared for the change in our normal routine. Sad that it would never again be just your daddy and I. And now I find myself crying in disbelief that I ever felt that way. I am still worried, frightened, and unsure of our every day lives, as well as our future. But the one thing that I am always sure of is you. You ARE our life. You ARE our future.
Every single day with you is better than the day before. You are hilarious and keep all of us in stitches. Even when you get angry or upset, we have to cover our faces to keep you from seeing us laugh. Both because we don't want you to think we condone the tantrums, but also to keep you from getting your feelings hurt as you are a tad on the sensitive side. All traits you get from me.
And then there's your easy going and loving nature. You're content to do your own thing, get totally wrapped up in any cartoon you may be watching or toy you may be playing with, and love anyone that you consider to be "one of your people" with depth and commitment. All traits you get from your daddy.
There is no way to verbalize, or even attempt to fully comprehend, the emotions that consume my body and mind when it comes to you. So I won't even try. Because I could never properly put into words just how much I love you.
You are my heart. You are my soul.
Happy 2 years, baby boy.
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