Can someone please tell me where that tiny little baby went? The tiny toes, the fingers that would reach for my face in the middle of the night, where did they go?
She’s two today. It happened this morning. It was like I blinked, and bam, my baby is now a two year old.
I held her as long as I could this morning as she crossed from one to two. She’s too much a ball of energy and she just wanted to run around with her brother. I, on the other hand, wanted to hold her and kiss her and love on her. As of today, I have an 8 year old, 3 year old, and a 2 year old. Pretty soon, that 8 becomes a 9. Say what?!
Haley, please don’t stop smiling. Please don’t stop belly laughing or jumping up and down and call it dancing. Every morning, when you reach out of your bed for me, I feel whole. Wanted. Needed. I feel exactly what a mother should feel. I can’t get enough of your scrunched up little face, your crazy hair, even your attitude.
Haley, I know you won’t remember much from your first couple years of life, but we’ve had a blast so far. Your daddy and I are so proud of you, and so in love. Your brothers seem to be pretty happy with you too, just ignore the occasional scream or smack or toy-stealing debacle.
Happy birthday, sweet baby girl.