My sweet boy. I cannot believe you are two. You started this year trotting along with your newfound skill of walking. You’re running out of your second year and jumping off of everything. You surprise us with a new word almost every day (although we rarely hear the same word repeated again). You’re obsessed with golf…even more than your dad. You are incredibly creative and make a golf club out of anything that resembles it. Your goofiness and mischievousness keep us on our toes, but it’s one of my favorite personality traits you have. You always make us smile and laugh. In fact, I think I’ve smiled and laughed more in my entire life since the day you were born. You still let us snuggle you (somewhat) after naps. You are still nursing and request it frequently. Weaning will be an experience in year three for sure. This week you’ve started saying “no” to everything along with a very fun spell of temper tantrums when you don’t get your way. I guess this is the official welcome into turning two.
I thank God almost every day for all that you are and all you will ever be. You are such a gift, and I’m grateful to be your momma. Happy birthday my son. I love you more than you could ever know.
Photo on the left by Perry Vaile.
Last three photos by Kellie Kano.