You turned two last week, it was a week of celebrating you and what you mean to our family. We celebrated your first birthday since coming home to us and then four days later we celebrated the day you became ours.
It has been a hard year for you. You were fully aware that strangers had come over to your home and taken you from the family that had raised you since you were born. Your loss has been so deep, but we have come so far together, just these past few months you have begun to seem happy, trusting, and at peace.
Isn't that just a mess, that you at the age of two have already experience more loss than I have in my entire life. But this morning you insisted that you get back into bed with me and go "night night" just for the joy of being able to be snuggled by mommy, and I would have done it all day if school didn't beckon. Somehow the mess has become joy (messy joy no doubt but still joy) and I will never find the bottom of my gratitude at getting to be your mommy.
You are two, like someone snuck you a copy of a parenting book and you memorized just how two year olds are to act, they could put your picture in the dictionary next to "two year old." You believe that the biggest playgrounds were designed for your use (and your use alone). That taking naps is something only the weak do, that throwing food is a fun pastime, and pulling hair should be an olympic event.
You are a talker, copying every word you hear. You've begun to speak to us in long sentences, "Mommy all done, sticky hands, down please." My friends without children laugh at how I can understand everything you say, so maybe I'm not the best judge but I think you speak so well.
I'm pretty sure you have 10 pairs of shoes, blame your big sister, they are all hand me downs, and back in the day she was all we had (and all the grandparents and aunts had :). You have very strong feelings about shoes, some days are pink cowboy boots days (duh!) and some are slipper days (that would be crocs), but most days are any number of dress shoes, and if I'm lucky we get a tennis shoe day thrown in there from time to time.
For your birthday I made "Chick fila nuggets" and oven fries and gave you lots of ketchup. Ketchup is your favorite food, I kid you not. You had a Thomas cake, because you had stolen a thomas book from your brother's room and now ask every nap and night time for the "choo-choo" book. You loved opening your presents and are very confindent that they are "mine" and enjoy playing with all of them.
For your gotcha day we went out for Korean food. I made everyone dress up because it was a big day and you loved your Korean food. I'm thinking that maybe your favorite food is actually rice. Afterwards we went and walked around (Texas A&M's) campus because it's just what we do and it was time we let you in on the tradition. You loved running around after your brother and sister and I prayed a little prayer that someday that space of earth would mean as much to you as it does to me.
You are my baby girl. The one I never thought I would have and didn't know I needed. Your smile makes our family brighter, your laughter is a joy we waited so long for, we are so glad that you are here, that you are ours, that we get to figure out being a family together.
For her biggest fans (also known as grandparents) some videos: