Picking up this sweet series again after a two-month hiatus (thanks to baby Jett). When you’re finished here, follow on to Val Spring of the The red balloon photography | Seattle photographer. She’s incredibly gifted in art and in words!
You are two this month. TWO! Where has my baby gone? You are bold and fiery and spicy, tempered with a soft, sweet soul I can hardly describe in words. This must be what “girl” is like versus boy–all I have known except you.
On your birthday you were afraid of your birthday candle. You sat quietly and only the expression on your face revealed your timidity. That, and the fact you wouldn’t even try to blow. I have no doubt that this is a preview of the young woman you will become. One who will face her fears with quiet contemplation and not turn away with tears and helplessness. In the end, Finn bravely extinguished the candle — and you delighted in the cupcake I made for you.
In these last few weeks your life has changed. You are no longer the baby of our family–and I am surprised that you are okay with that. In fact, you are embracing your new roles as big sister and bigger girl. You love Jett with as much gusto as a 2-year-old can muster and aren’t jealous (as long as you get plenty of mommy and daddy cuddles). In fact, you nearly smother him with toys and blankets if I’m not watching closely enough.
You take your diaper off at every opportunity and run to the potty. No, you are not being potty trained. You are essentially demanding it from your not-quite-ready-yet, I-still-have-a-newborn mama. And yesterday, you came to greet me in the morning in my bed. This would have been precious, except for the fact that no one was around to help you out of your crib. You have discovered how to climb out–and are pushing me toward another milestone.
You are my child that is seeking and paving her own path. You do not need my encouragement as much as my support. You have your own timing, sweet girl. Your own way.
I pray that I can lead your heart; that I learn to guide your free spirit gently and that I allow you to blossom on the timeline God has designed for you (and not mine simply for the convenience).
Two years with you has been a blessed eternity and I cannot fathom one day without you. You are precious and mine in a way that only a daughter can be. Happy, Happy second birthday my darling little Scout. The year ahead awaits.
Hugs and kisses (and lots more),