Today you are 2! 2 whole years old. That’s twice round the sun, and that’s a very, very long distance to travel.
Two years ago you came, screaming, into the world and ours changed forever. I won’t pretend it was the easiest of transitions for your Dad and I, from being just the two of us to being a family – but we muddled through and still do.
You’re such a charming little man. I am so, so proud to be your Mummy. Even when you scream so hard you make yourself sick – just because I ask you to put socks on. Even when you refuse to eat, or demand a Bing DVD for the fifth time in a morning.
But especially so when we go for a walk and you reach for my hand; when you tuck your toys in for a nap and select a book to read to them; when you apologise to the floor for falling over it.
You have your father’s impatience, but are happy to wait your turn and queue up for the slide without pushing in – although sometimes I worry you’re too forgiving when other children barge in front.
I love that, despite being a pretty independent, solitary soul, you always check in with me for a hug, or approval; you happily greet other children and adults with a cheery “hello”.
Two years; in two years you’ve gone from a tiny, helpless creature to a handsome young man, who sings and dances, runs, jumps in puddles, climbs to the top of high slides and charges through tunnels.
While so much of me wishes I could freeze time, and keep you this small forever, I know you’ve so many bigger adventures to have, and I look forward to watching you grow into the amazing person I know you will be.