Two years

You are just two years old. So little, yet so big. You simultaneously desire your independence as well as being coddled. You are my boy.

I never knew how much you would mean to me. I never imagined how close I would feel to you or the intense love I would have for you. I mean, you're a boy. What do I know about boys? But I have come to know you quite a bit over the past two years. Here are the things I know so far.

• you never quit moving
• you don't hold a grudge
• you fall down and then you get right back up
• you like trucks and planes and boats and vehicles in general
• EVERYTHING is a ball and should be thrown
• you can climb like there's no tomorrow
• you love your momma, even when you are being disciplined
• you love your momma even more when you think it can get you a few minutes more before bed time :)
• you adore your big sister
• you don't need much sleep
• you are a comedian
• you are stubborn
• you have the cutest dimples. ever. and you use them. especially when you think you're getting in trouble
• you're going to become a great man!
• you are so very smart
• you are not shy
• you are talkative
• did I mention stubborn?
• you know how to melt my heart
• you are just sweet. sticky, gooey, sugary sweet.

When I found out I was having a boy, I didn't know what to do with you. Now, I can't imagine doing without you. You have ingrained yourself as a part of this family, secure in your role and our lives are so much fuller because of it. I love you so much, baby boy. More than I ever knew I would. I had no idea how much I needed a boy.