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Dearest Addison Weeks,

Today you are two full fingers.

I have to pause a moment when I write that. How can you possibly be so grown up? How can I have possibly had the honor of being your mommy for a full two years? I’m filled with nostalgia looking at pictures of you on your birth day 24 months ago, and yet simultaneously taken and filled with pride by the incredible toddler you’ve become.

Regardless of my conflicted feelings on your age, the fact remains that you are a growing and brilliant little girl. One who daily amazes her parents with her laughter and story-telling, her kisses and make believe. This past month, the house has been transformed by your burgeoning imagination. Daddy and I watch in awe as you make up fantastical tales stacking your blocks, or pushing your stuffed animals in your rocking horse, or sitting contentedly with your books, page after page relaying stories based on the images you see within. It is truly remarkable that you are capable of such dreams, and word on the street is that these fantasies will only become more fantastic and awe-inspiring as you get older.

I can’t wait.

Just don’t get there too quickly. It makes my heart ache.

Ever since your transition to your big girl bed, we’ve established a routine of Mommy and Daddy sandwiching you each evening in its covers and reading you your bed time stories. While it’s apparent that you enjoy this new ritual, I think it is your Daddy and I that love it most. We are cherishing this time when it is just the three of us. Clinging to it. While we are so excited to welcome your baby sister into the world, we know that we will never again have the opportunity to direct all of our attention and love to just one child. The past two years have been remarkable. And irreplaceable. You’ve taught us how to be parents. You started our family. And we are squeezing out the final drops of this time before we begin another amazing stage in our lives.

Just yesterday afternoon, the three of us sat in a circle on the floor orchestrating choreographed dance moves to your music class CD. We giggled. And danced. And smothered you in snuggles and kisses. You kept demanding, “Mommy Daddy kiss Sunny” which is your command for the two of us to sandwich your cheeks in our kisses. Needless to say, we always comply.

I’m sorry that you won’t remember this time, little one, because your Mommy and Daddy will treasure it forever.

Earlier this year, your Momar told me that the best year’s of your life are the one’s that you’ll spend raising your children.

I don’t think she’s ever been more right. And that’s saying a lot coming from one first born to another. You’re sure to understand that sentiment when you’re older, my fellow first born.

Thank you for helping this family find true love.

Happy 2nd Birthday, Sunny.

143 Mama