My little hobbit turns two years old tomorrow. Tonight, I rocked her to sleep until my arms went numb (yes, I still rock her; please don't judge). I feel like I'm saying goodbye to some little part of her that I won't be able to get back. I know she'll still be the same little girl that she was when she woke up this morning... but not really. She gets a little taller and a little more grown up each day and it freaks me out. She's speaking in sentences. Sentences! I'm always flabbergasted when she looks at me quizzically and asks, "wazzat, mama? wazzat?!?" I wish I could bottle in this age. As difficult as she was as an infant, she sure is a sweet little toddler. I keep waiting for the terrible twos to emerge, but so far, she's been so easy. I'm kind of crazy about my girl.
Happy birthday, sweet baby girl. We love you!
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