Happy birthday, my little Sky. You were born two years ago at the exact time of this blog post at 8:25 am.
My favorite time of the day is the moment I see you when I get home from work. As soon as you hear the garage door, you come running to see me. I hear your running from whatever room you're in, gleefully saying "mommy's home, mommy's home!" I get the butterflies in my stomach when I hear your voice. You cut through the kitchen to meet me at the garage door. I wait for you on my knees as I drop my purse, my keys, my sunglasses, and kick off my shoes. Your hug feels sooo good. Your kiss is so gentle and so fleeting. I snuggle in your neck so that I can smell your hair while we hug.
You love to play in the van. Sometimes you'll climb right into your car seat and beg to go for a ride.
Your confidence blows me away. You are extraordinarily smart. You seem to already know where fit into the world and you like who you are.
You are a very good listener and I think that is why you're such a fast learner.
You're your Daddy's little angel and he loves you so much. When you say "I lub you, Daddy" your Daddy stops whatever he's doing, gets down on his knees to hug, and kiss you.
You are very curious about water but you know it can be dangerous so you are cautious around the pool. One thing is for sure, your really don't like water in your face. Hmmm. I gotta get you over that soon so you can join the swim team!
You prefer the hot tub to the pool. Sometimes you even tell me to get out of the pool because it's too cold. "Come to the little pool, Mommy. It's nice here."
