Oh, my precious boy. Tears are streaming down my face as I write this and watch you sleeping on the monitor.
When I was up with you at 2 a.m. in the wee days of your life, never did I think that making it to your second birthday would come so soon. As I typically do, I only saw the small picture and the day that was in front of me right then. I was, as all mothers are, inundated with tiny diapers, burp cloths, swaddles and pacifiers. As it's often quoted, "The days are long, but the years are short." I never believed that until I had you. It has already flown by.
But here we are. You're two. For some reason it feels so big to me. Perhaps it's the fact that you can do so much for yourself already and I can already see your sheer and utter dependency on me waning. But then I hear that phrase I think I hear 40+ times a day: "Mommy help?" and just knowing that you need -- and want -- me and only me is the most comforting feeling in the world.
Walker, you are such a sweet, precious little boy with a wild spirit. So much of you reminds me of myself, and as much as I hate to admit it, I secretly love it. You know exactly what you want, when you want it, and how you want it. You're determined, headstrong and a typical first child -- and I pray you never, ever lose those qualities. On the same, yet completely different, vein, you're so loving and affectionate and never miss an opportunity to tell us that you love us.
Walker, you opened my eyes to a love I never knew existed the day they rested you on my chest at 12:03 a.m. on January 29, 2014. I was so in awe of you that all I could do was whisper, "Happy Birthday" over and over again. And you know what, my sweet one? I'm still in awe of you today.
I never want to miss an opportunity to tell you that I love you and that I'll always be here for you. I promise to always be your biggest cheerleader, your #1 fan, your confidant and your Mommy.
Your Daddy and I love you to the moon and back again, little one. Happy 2nd Birthday.
And because I need an excuse to cry some more, here's a little montage of my favorite pictures of you from your first two years of life: