Those last two photos... push up the lump in my throat. Until it spreads through my face and makes my eyes sting.
You have no idea how awesome you are.
Like my mom said this evening, "Deep in my heart, I mean to say something different, something breathtaking, something unspeakable."
My girl. Turning two. With that neck and that hair and those lips and those hands and those chunky feet and that back and that brain and your pretty little spine.
You and I climbed to the top of a little hill with beautiful grass and sun all around. We were alone up there.
I would have snatched you if I could, sprinted toward the nearest peak and gone running in the air, flying with you in my arms, past farms and buildings and lakes. Laughing in the clouds for a bit. You'd like that, to be an only child for a few hours, seeing things only you are strong enough to see. It would be nice to be in that place with just me and you, no interruptions.
You are so old in that mind and heart. Your body only has to catch up.
xoxoxoxo a million times over.