It is the eve of your SECOND birthday and I am sitting outside of your door listening to you whip yourself up into your usual pre-sleep frenzy. I love this time of day. The satisfaction of knowing that another day is done, predicated by my interpretation of what “you thought of the day” via your personal conversation.
When I look at this photo from your first birthday, I still see a lot of my baby. But when I look at your two year pictures, I don’t see a baby anymore, I see a little girl. A little girl with a whispy blonde bob and the most expressive blue eyes. All this has happened within the course of a year.
But your physical appearance is far from the only thing that has changed. It is hard to believe that this time last year you still weren’t taking any steps and now I am chasing behind you trying to keep up.
You have hit the vocabulary explosion that I questioned would ever come about six months ago. Every day you add new words, some I’m even pretty sure that I didn’t teach you! You love your nursery rhymes like Wheels on the Bus and Patty Cake and you can even recognize a few letters from the alphabet. That I KNOW I didn’t teach you. But I do love rediscovering all of the O’s in my life: from the stop signs to the cover of books to the scrollwork pattern on the table. You know colors, you are learning to count, you are a fabulous puzzle constructor, and you imitate just about everything Mama does. You are showing me the kind of Mommy and Big Sister you will be by the love and care you show for your own. I am so thankful that God has blessed you with such a gentle soul. It will serve you well in life. And it is an underestimate to say that I love seeing the world through your eyes.
There is so much left to discover, my dear. I can sense your hesitation at the edge of your discovery. You are starting to realize what a wide and wonderful world is out there and you are gently, carefully reaching out to find it.
I urge you on, dear. Your Daddy and I are right here behind you. We will sacrifice our lives to protect you from harm. And in case you haven’t already noticed, we are cheering embarrassingly loud for you; reveling in your victories and retelling your accomplishments. We are so proud of who you are and where you are going.
Our hearts are so full of love for you. I do not know how it is possible to love you more than we do right now. But each day and each discovery brings us even more love for you because it brings us more knowledge of you. I cannot imagine how we will feel a year from now.
Grow, discover, and don’t stop holding our hands.
We love you ever more,
Mama and Dada