Years, Not Months

I knew this day was coming.  It doesn't mean I was anymore prepared for it.  I knew it would be here before a blink of an eye.  And sure enough, here it is.

My precious bundle of joy, coming into the world at just 7lbs, 15 oz, measuring only 21 inches long turned two today.  AND I'M NOT SURE I WAS READY FOR IT.  I mean, I am so very grateful that God has blessed me with this amazing boy in my life, that we get to celebrate the little things everday.  But turning two.  Really?  Did he have to? 

I think I am most hung up on the fact that I now have to start replying, "2 years old" when people ask how old he is.  I've heard from a number of people that it may be a bit weird to say 29 months, or 34 months.  Ugh...I have to say years.  It hurts my heart a little bit.  This means my baby is no longer my "baby" (although, future girlfriends of the world, BEWARE, he'll always be my little baby boy!)

I know that October 27th  is his birthday, but it's pretty much the day that I recieved the greatest gift God could have given me. 

Reilly,
    You are the joy of my life and the sparkle in my eye.  I am the luckiest mommy in the world because I get to hear you say, "Mom, Mom, MOM" over and over and over again.  You have been so much fun to watch as you learn, grow and discover. I treasure your "Squeeze Tight Hugs," your "Super Sloppy Kisses" and when your little hand reaches for mine.  I love when we get to snuggle at night, and when I get you up in the morning and make me rub your back for an extra minute or two.  You are my everything, and I love you more than I ever thought possible.

                                                                                        Happy 2nd Birthday, Baby Boy!

                                                                                                                       Mommy