Celebrating Two

He is TWO. Unreal. This was one. He’s been quietly singing, “…to you…” to himself any time anyone says the word birthday.

Whenever I work in the evening, I sneak into their room for kisses before I go to bed.  They hardly ever even stir, especially him.  Last night, he startled awake and just sat up and reach for me.  I held his dense, sleep-warm baby body with his head nestled in the crook of my left arm and wrapped my right arm around his legs, feeling their length as I wrapped him around my body. I felt tears trickling down my  face as I smelled his sweet head and the folds of his neck.  I thought of such a short time ago when he fit comfortably with the entire length of his body on one of my arms.  I breathed him in and he snuggled in closer and I took him into bed with me and laid him on the bed and stared at his face, thinking of how time flies and his littleness is so fleeting.

Happy Birthday sweet, rascally, silly boy.  I can’t wait to see what this year brings!