How Can My Baby Be Two?

Dear Gabe,

Where have these last two years gone?

I remember the day you were born. . . I was hanging the letters of your name on the wall, and my water broke. You were stubborn back then, and you took 18 hours to arrive.
The night after you were born, you made noises all night long, and I never slept. I just kept getting up to see you.
And I did that for the next 3 months.

We loved you then, your sensitivity, your presence.
And now you're two.

And you definitely know what you want. And you aren't afraid to let everyone know what you like & what you dislike.
You love to play. You love your sissy. But you really love Momma, and everytime I walk out the door, it breaks your heart.
And it breaks my heart when your heart is broken.

I wonder about what the years hold for you. Will you be good at sports? Will you love to read? Will I cry when I take you to kindergarten or when you ask your wife to marry you?
One thing is for sure. I love being your Momma. And I must've done something pretty great to deserve you as my boy.
Happy 2nd Birthday Gabe.

Love,

Momma