Two years ago today we held you in our arms for the first time.
You were only five days old, when we first met you. (You should ask Daddy to tell you the story of the man who ate a bad clam.)
You’re still so tiny.
Nothing sounds better than “my daddy” when you see me or when you say “hug” and clamber into our arms.
You are as sweet as you can be when you come in to the house and yell as loud as you can in your little voice, “mommy.” Mooooommmmy.”
Over the years, we may forget to say what we’re thinking everyday. But I want to say now while I write and years from now, as you read this, thank you for being our little girl.
Thank you for being in our lives.
Thank you for being you.