Totally Two

Dear May-may,
You are two today. I just thought I'd tell you a little about you since you are not going to remember who you were today, and I happen to be a little infatuated with that little who. You are a sweet and loving girl, though lately you have been a little heavy on the loving daddy and little light on the loving mommy but I know that it is a phase and I don't hold it against you (I just hold it against daddy, hee hee). You are getting so close to being potty trained, you are so proud to please mommy and daddy with this. You love horses, soccer, the Backyardigans, princesses, the park, being outside, the warm weather, umbrellas, watching hockey with daddy, balloons, and learning big words. You have an innate fear of bugs which has convinced me that this fear is genetic because daddy and I have made every attempt to convince you since you could walk that bugs are fun to play with and nice and good and cute. You aren't buyin' it. You dislike most fruit (but I am persisting), most new foods, the cold winter weather, toys that speak or sing, and diaper wipes. You love fried eggs, sausage, fried rice, noodles, nuts, and juiceys. Cake is up there on that list too. You amaze me so immensely every day with your thoughts that you can now often thoroughly put into words. You observe everything, even things we don't notice. You know whose is who's when it comes to everyone's possessions and are very concerned when people take other people's things. You can carry a tune amazingly well (better than daddy in fact), you love to sing, and love to hug and kiss mommy and daddy. You love your sleep, nightime and naptime. You use the first person when speaking most of the time now, which (I don't know why) is utterly fascinating to me. You are eager to please (most of the time), cooperative (usually), and full of smiles (except if you aren't fed quickly enough in the morning). I cannot get over your beauty, your sweetest little pouty lips. Sometimes I don't want to put you to bed because I love seeing you smile. You talk to the dogs, the fish, and the cat now. You call Portia (our cat) your friend. You love to help feed the animals, especially the dogs now that you have learned how to open their food canister on your own (I think they are getting a few extra meals lately). My love for you still amazes me like the day it did when you were born, nothing in the world feels better than having you in my arms (this is the part where I cry). I love watching you grow and change and yet everyday I wish I could just freeze time and keep you like this forever. Why do we wish that? Is it the fear of losing your love as you get older? I think it may be. So promise me, my favorite little girl, that you will always let me love you this much. And then I will let you grow up, if I have to. You are two today my favorite girl, and though sometimes I cannot beleive two years have gone by, other times I can't imagine a time before you were with me. I love you.
Mommy