Two...I have a son that is now two. It's hard to wrap my head around that because it seems like just yesterday he was being born and they were allowing him to come home with me. I was amzed that they would let ME, take someone so small and helpless home. What did I know about rasing a child?
But here we are at the age of two. Every day he amazes me and makes me want to be a better person. He's also teaching me what I already knew...that I need to work on patience. The funny this is, it's working. I've learned to let things that don't really matter, go. To focus on what I do have and how lucky we are. He shows me that all things I take forgranted are new again in his eyes.
There are days that I wish his age away and then regret it at night, when he is sleeping with his tiny hiney in the air and peaceful. I need to get better about it because there is going to a day he is 22 and I won't be able to snuggle and hold him tight. He will roll his eyes as I tell him to be careful and be nice. He will know it all.
I have a two year old...and when I look into his chocolate brown eyes that match my own, I can't help but feel my heart melt.
Happy Birthday Spencer, I love you!