Two years ago we were welcoming Miss Baby Blueberry into the world.
We were telling birth stories and taking in the wonder of that New Baby Smell again.
Every minute was a new moment, a new picture. Things moved slowly for awhile as we took in everything it meant to be the parents of two children rather than just one.
Gradually things started to pick up, she started to be awake more hours out of the day than she spent sleeping. She started to crawl, to climb, to walk, to run.
She tasted her first birthday cake.
She slowly began to transform from a baby to a child. A beautiful child. I still cannot stop gazing at the gorgeous little girl I get to call my daughter.
She is her own little person now. She has things to do, places to be, people to rule over mercilessly. She has us all wrapped around her tiny little fingers, still.
And today my tiny little girl is less tiny and also, she is two years old. She is a toddler. She jumps and climbs and runs and sings and dances and laughs and cries and giggles and imitates everything she hears and loves ice cream and hates bath time and marches to the beat of her own drum, always. She is perfect.
Happy birthday Little Baby Blueberry. You are not a baby anymore, but you will always be my baby.