Today you are two. You are not a baby.
You have transformed from my chilled-out runt of a newborn into a
fun-loving, strong, independent intelligent little girl. You are mine; a
perfect extension of who your Mama is. I remember the feel of you in my
belly, how strong and determined you were to get out of those confines.
You were constantly with me, but there was no doubt in my mind that
soon you would be on your own. No one can keep you from what you want.
Even if it means trouble or a tumble. You know your mischievous smile or
well-timed theatrical displays will get you out of trouble...and you
get away with so, so much. 
You are my buddy.
When no one else can contain you, Mama can. And so, you are my lap
child. We live in each others' pockets. While sister is in preschool,
you are with me, happy to be doing anything as long as you are out and
about, seeing, touching, experiencing life. You drink it all in with a
joy I see reflected in your entire being and in those merry eyes, I see
your Great Grandma Pfaff looking out. Loving, living and so very
joyful.
I cannot wait to see what kind of a
young lady you grow into...to see you embrace the world as you mature
and to see where your overflowing mischievous joy will flow. I have no
doubt that you will make an overwhelming impact on many people, child.
You rocketed into existence and so you have embraced your life in this
world as well.
I am proud to be your mother.
I am exhausted and overjoyed with caring for you, you rambunctious two year old.
I love you with all of my being,
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