How did it happen that I blinked my eyes and my baby boy was celebrating his second birthday?!? I can't believe it! We've been celebrating for the last week, with Gilbert's parents here last weekend and my family here this weekend. I'm pretty sad the official celebration is over. I guess maybe because that means he's another year older. He's my "two-year-old" and not my "almost-two-year-old." It makes me sad. I'm having a much harder time with two than I did with one.
I was telling Cole just before I put him to bed that at this exact time two years ago, I was probably in the labor/delivery room pushing. Which reminded me of a book I love, On the Day You Were Born. I read it to him and cried the whole way through. Truth is, I'm still fighting tears at the thought.
Here are some pictures of the celebration over the last week, including last Saturday's "party" at Dog-n-Suds, tools from Gran and Pawpaw, and enjoying gifts with cousin Mamie at the park:
"And as they held you close they whispered into your open, curving ear, 'We are so glad you've come!'"