Dear Emerson-

Tonight I watched you fall asleep. 

We held hands & I tickled your head until you pushed me away & flipped over to stink bug. 

I promised myself to spend more time watching you & your brother & less time being busy & distracted. 

So then naturally I started to cry. 

(You’ll understand why I do this so much someday when you are a dad.)

I was thinking about your life. 

Your itty bitty 2 year old life. 

2 years… is that it?

How can it only have been 2 years ago when you rocked our world in the best way?!

I thought about you when you were born & what you were like this time last year. 

I thought about what you will be like as a big brother some day & a big boy going to school. 

And then I had to stop. 

I was on the verge of turning into a blubbering mess. 

You are feisty & sweet.

A hugger & kisser.

A cuddler.

You L O V E to pester your brother just to get a reaction.  

You are rowdy & loud.

A hitter & thrower. 

A climber & hider.

A dirt, sand & rock eater. 

You sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star & Jesus Loves me softly throughout each day.

You pat your baby doll when she is crying & race her around the house in the stroller. 

You are loving to play pretend… especially as a dog. A very whiny, yappy dog. 

You love Bubble Guppies, Brown Bear Brown Bear & Frozen.

You also love cars, balls & superheros. 

You are a boys, boy.

... with a sensitive side I hope you never lose. 

And holy cow, you are T W O ! ? !