Dearest Molly,
There are so many words that come to mind when I think of you: Adorable. Funny. Shy. Loud. Frustrating. Smart. Sweet. Snuggly. Reader. Temper. Left-handed. Picky Particular. Cautious. Fast. Independent. Sleeper.
But if I had to choose just one word?
Perfect.
You, my dear, are the most wonderfully made thing I have ever laid eyes on. And I don’t mean perfect in the dictionary sense of lacking imperfections, but more so in the sense that I love you in spite of and even because of your imperfections.
I love you, quite simply, just because you are YOU.
You are two in the way that books and experienced parents talk about. Every day is so much fun {I know! I say this every month…but it’s true} and you have this way about you that just doesn’t allow me to stay frustrated with you. You scream and thrash about when you don’t want to put on your shoes, so I put them down and walk away. Then you walk up to me with shoes in hand and say, “Help you, please.” When you don’t want to go somewhere, whether it’s to school, to your room for a diaper change, or out of Target, you simply sit down. And when I keep walking, sometimes you run after me and sometimes you laugh and push your hair out of your eyes or even take off your shoes like you plan to stay a while.
You have quite the impressive vocabulary and learn what seems like 20 new words a day. And then you refuse to use them in front of anyone we know, which makes me look like quite the liar for bragging about your stellar vocabulary. You talk my ear off and then mum’s the word as soon as someone else asks you a question. I call you ‘Baby’ a lot, obviously, because you add it onto all of your words and phrases. ‘Thank you, baby. No ma’am, baby. Hold you, baby. Shhh…baby. Hey baby.’
You have the sweetest disposition. You love to sit in my lap to read and you give great hugs and kisses. You take very good care of your babies and are genuinely concerned when someone else is crying or upset. You ask for Daddy when I wake you up in the morning and you ask for me when your Dad gets you out of your crib. You always love some good snuggle time right when you wake up and I love, love, love to hold you when you curl into me and wrap your arms around my shoulders. I could stand like that for days.
This love I have for you is maddening. You’re awesome, baby.
All my love,
Mama
Two year stats will come next week, so check back.
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