Dear Sweet, sweet G,
Today you are 2. You were supposed to be our "February Baby," but you had other plans and decided to arrive a few weeks early. I'll never forget the day I found out your birth was imminent...all my lists and baby preparation plans for the last two weeks of January were thrown out the window. It was a surrender to you, a surrender to God's perfect plan of your arrival. When you weighed in at just over 8 pounds, I decided a 37 week baby was just fine by me.
I have a sneaky feeling that you came early so your birthday could always be *before* your brother's birthday...let's face it, you get a lot of things that R has already used, his clothes, his trucks, his toys, even his sippy cups. Although you never seem to mind all the "seconds" of R's stuff (yet), I know you will love always having your birthday first each year.
When you were born, you were vocal. There was no doubt your lungs were fully developed as you wailed vociferously as you came into this world. Now 2 years old, you continue to be vocal. We once termed you the "little dictator" when you began solid foods...your squawks and squeals were demanding in the sweetest of ways, and your gregariousness now proves that this trait is just an innate part of who you were created to be. Singing, talking, sharing, laughing with you bless us in ways that are impossible to limit to word. You are a joy.
We love you G!
SPC, SPH and R