You. You and your father are how I know God loves me. You are kind and generous and affectionate. You share so easily (usually). You will be 2 in a month and then I'll only have 16 years left with you. Judging by how quickly the last two years have gone by, the next 16 will be over in a flash I'm sure.
You call me "Mommy" and it's the most beautiful sound in the world. Sometimes you call me "Aunty" because that's what you hear your cousins call me and that's also cute.
You live in a world of absolute truth. You feel each emotion so fully and it shows. I love it. I love it when you have a meltdown because I've told you "enough Starbursts" like you did just a few minutes ago. You sat on the floor and wailed and I picked you up and told you I was sorry and that you can have another one tomorrow. I told you I loved you and you said "I la you" back. You can let go of disappointment so easily. I want to cultivate that more in my own life.
You are so meticulous. You MUST close every door behind you when you leave a room. You know which way your slippers (flip flops) are supposed to go. Most kids wear them backwards for years, but not you. You arrange them neatly, side by side before you wiggle your little toes into them.
You need to take a toy with you whenever we get into the car.
You run everywhere. Eager. Am I running toward my life with the same eagerness?
You run to grap a bowl every time I make you grapes, or apples, or oranges. Your favorites.
You like to hop like Baby Bop. You can spend 20 minutes hopping and spinning around the room.
You still need to grab mine or Daddy's ear whenever you go to sleep. I love it, except when you're pinching my ear with your fingernails.
You say "Ooooh Daddy!" over and over again when you're excited about something. You're a total Daddy's girl and I love it! I melt when I see him playing with you. I'm so glad you have a good man in your life to teach you how you should be treated as a woman.
You love to give us running tackles and hug our legs when we're trying to get stuff done around the house. You love to give me hugs and kisses and tell me "I la you." It just about reduces me to a puddle. I love you so much and never get tired of telling you. You are perfect just the way you are.
I love the confidence you have. I love that you know there's nothing wrong with you. That you are just the way you're supposed to be. The world will try to take that away from you. Sometimes it may succeed in making you feel that you're not important or not worth anything. I feel that way sometimes, but then you show me how much you love me and those feelings go away. I will always be grateful to you for your love. If you ever feel like you're less than, come to me and I'll tell you how fabulous and amazing and good you are. Because you are a piece of heaven pattering around the house.
You. You are how I know God loves me.