Dear Gwendolyn:
It's almost unfathomable that my precious little girl is turning two-years-old today — on so many levels. It literally seems like yesterday that you popped your little head into this world and gently taught me what truly is wonderful and special and good and extraordinary; taught me what really matters in life. I could never come up with enough words to adequately describe my feelings towards you, but here are a few things that I want you to know I love:
I love seeing the world through your eyes, bringing that world to you, and bringing you to as much of that world as humanly possible.
I love how unbelievably forgiving you are.
I love our morning walks; I love that you love them as well.
I love the deeply loving and distinctly admiring way that you look at Mommy — always — every time — without fail.
I love watching you dance with Mommy (especially to Beyonce's “All The Single Ladies”).
I love that your trust for both Mommy and me has absolutely no end.
I love your soft, gentle smile.
I love holding your hand, reading you books, and singing you terribly out-of-tune songs.
I love that you still let me snuggle with you. I hope you never stop.
I love your thirst for adventure and the look of surprise and excitement on your face when we find it for you.
I love that you still think I'm pretty darn funny nd birthday sweetheart. You are my world…