My dear baby boy...
Tomorrow is your birthday. Tomorrow you turn two. TWO seems impossible. It seems like just yesterday that you were placed in my arms. I can still vividly remember how it felt to land in Salt Lake City on our way to meet you, to turn on my phone and recieve this very first picture of you.
There you were. There was my dream, my heart, my soul. And now you look like this -
And like this -
Oh, and like this -
In short, my love, I cannot get enough of you. You have me captivated. You love to play ball and swim, you love to color and count and SING, SING, SING, you are a bit obsessed with airplanes and balloons and parks, and you repeat EVERYTHING (Note to self - must keep verbal road rage in check). And you adore your brother. He is the first one you ask for every morning and when you crack each other up, I could just melt into a million little pieces. There has been some biting and some pinching and some battling of wills, but the thing is - and don't tell anyone this - I LOVE that about you. Okay, not the biting and the pinching, but your will is so innately you and I love that about you. I love that you observe and you contemplate and you play and you feel. I love that you are shy yet gregarious, cautious yet brave. I love YOU with every fiber of my being, and these last two years have been the BEST of my life. Thank you for being not only what I wanted, but exactly what I needed. You are MORE than I ever dreamed of, and I hope you always know that your mama knows that you are sweet perfection.
Happy Birthday, my sweet baby boy. Happy, happy birthday to you.
I love you.