To Adrianna On Her 2nd Birthday
Today you turn two years old. I am having a hard time believing it. Where did my little baby go? When did she turn into a little girl?
I remember when you were a baby, how I would just love to watch you pump your little legs and arms. I would look at you and wish out loud that you would never change or grow up. I would try to make deals with you, saying that I would be happy to change your diapers for the rest of your life if only you could stay just as you were. A sweet, innocent baby.
But of course you continued to grow up. And I would find myself continuing to wish with each new stage that you wouldn’t.
On the other hand though, I have enjoyed each new milestone you reach even more than the last. I love how you can communicate with me now. Nothing in the world thrills me more than when you see me and run to me, with your arms open wide, as your sweet little voice yells, “Mommy! Mommy!” It makes me feel like the most important and lucky person in the world.
And you are such a loving little girl. Forever hugging and cuddling your Daddy and me. Pulling our faces close to yours so you can give us kisses. Patting our shoulders gently as we hold you. Crawling into my lap and asking me to read you a book. I truly am the luckiest person alive to have such a loving daughter.
I also enjoy watching you become your own person. You observe so much about the world around you; even things we do not realize that you are watching. I feel like I am amazed every day at how bright and quick you are as you pick up and learn new words and new things.
And once again, I find myself wishing for you to not grow up. I want you to stay as you are, forever. I would still be happy to change your diapers for all the years to come if you would only stay just as you are today.
Yet I know I will love the next stage you reach just as much, if not even more.
I loved you from the moment I found out I was pregnant with you. That love continues to grow each and every day. I thank God for giving me such an abundant blessing and for entrusting me with such a precious gift: you.