You are mere weeks from turning two. We've gotten so close to the big day that I have stopped correcting you when you answer the question: "How old are you?" with an emphatic "2!." I think that you are fairly excited about it. You are practicing candle blowing, singing Happy Birthday, and I am pretty sure that you are going to be all over the presents idea for the first time.
Your baby room is now devoted to sissy and whenever I start to reminisce about how I wish you were still a baby, you reply: "all grown up." Yes, you are. And yes, it makes me more than a little teary-eyed.
This last month has been a joy--I am learning how to cherish each stage longer and deeper and fuller than the last. You melt my heart with love and then puff it up with pride with every smile you smile, sentence you say, and kiss you give.
Love you!
