Yesterday, you turned two. And suddenly, right before my eyes, you grew up. Gone is the baby who needed to be in a stroller, and in her place is a little girl who runs holding hands with her brother. You got a brand new potty for your birthday that you are already excited about sitting on, and though you still sleep in a crib, you don't need to anymore. A big girl bed is in the works.
As should be expected, I'm both happy and sad at this development. I cheer your independence, love that you are determined to do anything your brother does - only better. I love that you ask me (ask me!) for more juice in the morning, and that you're learning how to play hide and seek. I love that, even though I am hardly a morning person, you never fail to make me smile with your cheery play when you wake up. I love that, after waking, the first thing you want to do is go find your brother and play. I love that when I put you down to bed at night, after a requisite snuggle and book in the rocking chair, you lay down in your crib and turn over and - all by yourself - close your eyes and lay quietly till you fall asleep. I didn't know such a thing was possible, until you.
But there are things I'll miss. It's very likely you are our last baby, and these days I find myself a little sad looking at clothes you've outgrown. Toys you're done playing with. Sippy cups abandoned for bendy straws.
Enough of that - this letter isn't really about me. It's about you, and how I never want to forget that right now you are a beautiful, energetic little angel who loves Mickey Mouse and the Backyardigans and coloring with crayons and eating yogurt with your very own spoon and your Lambie and climbing on all the furniture in the house and shoving all the wooden food into your toy microwave until the door won't close and dancing with your brother and your daddy and your mommy. And french fries. Oh, how you love french fries.
I may not be much at predicting the future, but I'm willing to go out on a limb and say that while some of the things you love will change, those french fries are probably here to stay. So are your mommy, daddy, and brother. We all love you very much.
Happy Birthday, Mason Angelina.