Dear J,
Yeah, I know this letter is late, but that’s just how it is
right now. Sorry about that, kiddo.
You’re napping, and I have a few minutes, so I thought
I’d jot these notes down for you. You’re
TWO now. Two. No really.
It’s already been two years. I’m
just amazed, but I’m happy to say that I have been able to watch and enjoy this
entire time with you in our lives.
The thing most people say about you is how very happy you
are. Of course, being two, you do love
to say “no,” but for some reason, it’s always with a smile.
What goes along with that, too, is that you have absolutely
the sweetest and most agreeable nature.
I have to admit that this makes it pretty easy for us as parents, so
far, which is nice, but it does make me worry a little about your future. By that I mean that I worry you will be too
nice to most people, and that you will be taken advantage of, and maybe even
have your precious heart trampled by some girl(s). Yes,
unfortunately, it is possible to be too nice, and I’m afraid you’ll learn that
the hard way.
In the end, that’s OK, though, because I’d rather you be a
very kind person than a selfish or hurtful one any day. Of course, I know there’s somewhere in
between, and maybe that’s where you’ll end up, but if not, well, that’s quite
alright.
You have become chatty and are even starting to say some
sentences – most of which are demands. “Get
up” to me (or, sometimes, “Up please”) and “Come here” (more like “Commeer”) to
the cats and dog. Also, the way you mispronounce
some sounds is, of course, adorable. “Fl”
is “shw”, so “butterfly” become “bushwy” and “flush” become “shwush” (yep, we’re
potty training). For a while you said
babadabee for bumblebee. And our
favorite, though, is “lah-thu” which is “love you”. There are plenty of opportunities to use “oops”
and “oh no”. Ah, and your favorite,
repeated at least 500 times a day is “uss at?”, or translated: “what’s that?”
You have brought an untold amount of joy into our lives,
even though your desire to be “OUSSIDE!!!” often interrupts lunch, dinner,
shopping, and whatever else we happen to be doing inside. But who cares, really? Life is good.
We love you so much,
Mom
