Happy Birthday, my amazing little bundle of two year old kinectic energy.
Just now, as I was preparing to write this letter, I looked back at my previous posts, eager to remind myself what I had transcribed - curious to know how you have changed, grown, remained the same.
Re-reading the post about when you were first born, it's easy to remember how smitten I was with you. From the very beginning, you were a charmer.
As you grew into your first year, you solidified your place in the family - and you did so by being sweet, easy, and taking it all in.
But here's where it gets interesting.
Somewhere around 15 months, you decided to make your mark a bit more indelible.
Understanding there's a lot of personality in our house, here's where you've centered yours:
Motion: Walk? No time for that, you run. Anytime. Anywhere. And with immense glee.
Balls: Baseball, basketball, soccer ball, football, rugby - you don't discriminate, you're equally obsessed. You will play sport one day.
Talk: Not a damn word for a long while, and now - well, we're not concerned.
Idol: For most of your second year, I thought your Dad had three legs, you were one of them.
Beckett: You LOVE your brother and will - with equal parts fervor - adore or attack him - depending on the moment.
Sweet: THIS is your core.
Temper: Bloody hell, Gemini much?
Size: You're a runt, you know it, and you do not care. You will not be bullied, and God help the one who trys.
Cute: You have a strong understanding of where you stand here. You use your powers well.
Determined: My God, you have the steely determination of an ox. I absolutely love this about you and I hope it never changes.
And so, my small friend, this is you at 2. You have, indeed, changed a lot. I can see more clearly now who you are, and who you are going to be - but I also know that you are going to continue to surprise us, which I welcome.
Thank you, sweet boy - for bringing so much light and laughter to our lives. We love you.
Mama, Dada, Beckett & Bingley