Monday, September 9, 2013
You, my boisterous, joyful, gregarious little girl, are two and a half today. You have started preschool, are speaking in full, often incredible sentences, use the potty like a big girl and are able to put on your own shoes. You love to dance and it makes me happy that you show such an interest in performing; I can only hope you will love doing ballet as much as me.
I love you more and more every day, though sometimes I am not sure it is possible to love you any more. You are such a bright light and even when you make me crazy the challenges are worth watching you grow and learn.
Don't grow too fast, my love, three will be here before I know it.