I'm just not ready for you to be 2.
2 years ago I was wondering if you would have any hair and if so, what color it would be.
Today I held your hand as we walked out of Cookie Cutters with a red balloon.
2 years ago I was busily washing bottles and getting pacifiers ready.
Today you said, "milkos peas momma" and held out your Lightening McQueen cup.
2 years ago I remember stock piling newborn diapers.
Today you said," poopy momma" and raced down the hall to the bathroom.
2 years ago I was washing all your tiny clothes in baby detergent.
It's been several months since I ran out of it. And your clothes aren't so tiny anymore.
2 years ago I was packing your diaper bag for the hospital.
Today you wear a mini Diego backpack. The diaper bag is gone.
2 years ago I had no idea how much more love a momma's heart could possibly hold.
And then I held you in my arms.
And my heart burst into a million pieces of happiness and love.
I have never been the same as I was 2 years ago.
And for that I am incredibly grateful.
What an amazing gift God has given...to be able to witness your life and to be called your momma.
And I look forward to observing and shaping the little boy you are growing into...
but it's going to fast.
And I'm just not ready.