730 days. 24 months. 2 years. That's how long you've been stealing my heart.
You don't like getting your picture taken and always ask to see the baby on the screen instead.
You love to spin around and around in circles and fall to the ground laughing.
You love to read books and you will ask me to read the same book ten times a day for a week before moving on to another favorite.
You get upset when your motorcycle and 4wheeler don't go fast enough because the battery is dying. Because you would ride them all day long if you could. In the yard or in the house, you love to ride.
You love to play outside. In the mud. In the sand. In the rain.
You are cautious and careful one minute, and fearless and crazy the next.
You think that you're so funny when you walk out of a room backwards while saying "bye bye".
You think that you're so innocent when you do something that you know you aren't supposed to and follow it with an "oh no".
You have an obsession with the Under Armour logo.
You are obsessed with gas stations. I don't know how or why it started, but you love them and insist on letting us know every time we pass one while telling it bye bye and getting upset that we didn't stop.
You love monkeys and laugh every time you see them.
You like to help me clean and put things away where they belong.
You are very independent when you want to be. But when you get around a crowd you insist on being held until you get warmed up.
You can't let daddy drive a tractor without you sitting in his lap. And you love to sit there and work all day long.
You love to play and scatter your toys all over the house. But you are also a great big helper and do a great job cleaning up your messes.
You have an obsession with butterflies and your face lights up every time you see one.
You love to sleep in. Just like your momma.
You have the funniest little happy dance and I can only hope that you got a sense of rhythm from me and not your daddy.
You love to ride over train tracks and say "bump bump bump".
You like for things to be in their place and get upset whenever they don't fit together how you want.
You love to say "bye bye" to everyone and everything.
You're learning to love "our dog" even when she licks your whole face and makes you mad because she doesn't want to play tug with her rope.
You love to push things. Anything and everything. Everywhere.
You love to wander and explore and I hope you never lose that sense of wonder and adventure.
You could eat crackers all. day. long.
You've started singing your own little songs and it's just about the sweetest thing that I have ever heard.
You love to throw things in the trashcan and to point them out everywhere we go.
Your memory is better than mine.
You bring me to my knees crying, laughing, exhausted, and thankful.
You are the greatest thing that I have ever done and our adventure has only just begun.
Happy 2nd birthday, little one! I love you and love you.
And love you and love you.
And love you and love you.
