My dearest Bitty Baby,
Today, you are two. You aren’t exactly a bitty baby anymore. Not by a long shot.
It’s incredible to see how much you’ve grown in the last year. You are a little person now. Sometimes, it’s hard for me to remember what life was like when I could still hold you in one of my arms with ease. Now, even two arms don’t seem like enough to carry you — when I can catch you and when you will let me carry you, that is.
You bring me so much joy each day. Words can’t accurately describe how it warms my heart to hear you ask for “Mama?” when you wake up each morning, and to feel your head against my chest each evening. You pucker up when you want a kiss and you try your hardest to say “I love you” back when I say it first. When I cry, you are quick to grab my cheeks and then wrap your arms around my neck, letting me know in your own little way that everything will be alright.
You also test me. Oh, goodness, do you test me. You look me straight in the eyes after I ask you not to do something, and then turn and do it anyway. You laugh in spite of my serious face. I’ll be honest: it’s hard for me not to respond with laughter, too. You also enjoy saying “no” to just about everything, but it’s hard to stay angry when you sound adorable saying it.
We have many things going on in our lives right now — so many. Yet, you are our one constant. Even on your crabbiest of days, you make us feel like we are moving in the right direction. How such a tiny little body makes such a big impact, I’ll never know. Yet, you do. Your personality and your love make everything that’s good worthwhile and everything that’s bad disappear.
I know that it’s impossible and selfish of me to wish for time to slow down. So, instead, I wish for more amazing adventures as you continue to grow over the next year. I can’t wait to hear you talk more, and to learn what’s going on in that brain of yours. I can’t wait to have more dance parties to Katy Perry and Beyonce. I can’t wait to sing “Hey Jude” at least 365 times while I attempt to rock you to sleep each night. (“Jude, Mama? Jude?”)
You are the light of my life, and my wish is that you never lose that sparkle. I hope you continue growing into the sweet, caring little girl that lies beneath some of those crazy toddler tantrums — because that’s the little girl who is going to do big, amazing things in this world.
I love you to the moon and back.