Two years since I sat in that hospital room, staring down in disbelief at the precious child in my arms.
That she was mine.
That you were mine.
You’ve changed so much in the last year. Heck, in the last month. All of the sudden you were speaking in sentences and knew all of your colors. You started saying your name (although you put an L in front of it, so it sounds more like “Ladelaide”).
Your dad and I are amazed at how much of a girly girl you are. You started requesting to wear hair bows, so I had to go out and buy you some. You insist on wearing dresses and don’t even get me started on shoes. You know which ones you want, and no others will do. So help me if I try to convince you that mary janes are in fact, not practical, for the beach.
You quickly determined that purple is your favorite color, and if there is a purple option, that is what you must have.
You’ve been to seven countries (and both hemispheres) and you travel like a champ.
You are silly and smart and I am so lucky to be your mama. Happy 2nd birthday, my love.