Today is your last day of being two. It’s been three whole years since you were born so peacefully at home. Three years since your Daddy and I discovered we had a daughter. Three years since your brother woke up in the morning and stared in amazement at you.
You make me smile every day. You say such funny things, like the time you were lying in my lap playing with your eyelid and announced “I’m trying to take a picture of you with my eye!”. You are so affectionate, often demanding “cuggles” and telling me dozens of times each day that you love me, holding up your arms to show me “I love you this big”. You have a wonderful imagination and can be very dramatic at times! You have also inherited my determination (Daddy would call it stubbornness) and have your own ideas about how things should be! You and Aaron may squabble and fight, but you adore each other and spend hours playing together every day.
You are growing up. I may still call you “baby” sometimes, but you are definitely not. You are getting taller, your hair is growing longer and you are learning so many new things. You now like to have your hair done in two plaits and wear a long dress to be like Carrie from Little House on the Prairie. Your doll, who has been known as “baby” since you got her on your second birthday, has finally been named Laura. This next year will bring many more changes and I’m looking forward to knowing three year old you.
Today we had a little party for you, with just a few relatives and friends. People often comment on how quiet and peaceful you are, little do they know how noisy you are normally when nobody is around! You spent a long time carefully filling your feeder with nesting materials for the birds, then when you had finished you tipped it all out to start again! You had a wonderful time surrounded by people who care about you and were in no rush to open your lovely presents. You want to be like me and do knitting, but I love you because you’re you. I hope you will always remember that.