1095 days ago we said hello for the very first time. It was just before 7 p.m. on the night of January 24, 2008 when your father and I found out it was you that had been occupying my belly and our dreams for nine long months. We shared a body and countless chocolate chip cookies. My heart spoke to yours every minute of every day. But when they laid you on my chest for the very first time, I thought to myself, "Who is this beautiful little stranger?". I was terrified, I was excited, I was sleep deprived, I was in love. I remember the early weeks, happily secluded indoors by the snow and cold, wishing things would never change. But they did. I never could have imagined loving you any more, but I do.
All at once I both love and hate the fact that time marches on. I am so excited to see what this next year brings for you...or rather what you bring this next year. But I will without doubt miss all of the things that made you uniquely you at age two. You proclaim that your favorite color is brown and that "oberwhen" (oatmeal) is the best way to start the day. You say things like, "that's cool", "dios mio", "try it, you'll like it" and "oh man". You don't just dance, you feel music and move accordingly. You are incredibly sensitive but also assertive. You jump without any hesitation. You enter a room with confidence but still need hugs when you think Mom or Dad are upset with you. You are kind and considerate. You worry if our tummies will hurt for eating too much edamame. You love with intensity. And you are always on the move.
Last night, as I tucked you into bed for the last time as a two year old, I looked into your eyes and attempted to tell you the story of how we met. I got weepy, you looked confused and asked that I read "Pinkalicious". Some day I hope you will understand how endless our love is for you. Until then, happy birthday Ella Marie.
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