To Libby, on your second birthday,
I'm writing to you today in hopes that both you and I will remember what a sweet and joyful second year we've had together. Growing from 1 to 2 can be tough; there are skinned knees, bonked heads, and fierce desires to be independent. But even on the rough days, I love you and you love me and I'm eternally grateful that you are part of our family.
You are quick, clever, imaginative, and funny. You make silly jokes (like insisting that Mommy is a boy) and play silly games (swinging under your high chair, hiding behind Daddy's nightstand) and dance your heart out (especially to the "boy-girl" song from Signing Time). Every day, I have at least one story to share with Daddy about some humorous or brilliant thing you did.
You love going for walks in the stroller, looking for bugs in the grass, picking tomatoes/berries/flowers/etc, swinging, and being outside in general. You also love to read and especially enjoy books with animals, babies, and trains.
While you are cautious around new people, you love babies and kids and often impress me with your generosity and willingness to share.
I'm so glad you're here.