Two years old! Our baby boy is TWO years old. Wow  — what a great year it’s been for our family. Year one was full of highs and low lows, but year two was relatively smooth sailing. There were fewer curveballs, and, when a challenge arose — David and I had the confidence to tackle it head on. We were so much more relaxed!

Levi, I’m writing this post mainly because years from now (or even in six months) I want to remember exactly what you were like at this point in time. My sweet angel bear — you are happiness personified. I’ve never met a boy who smiles as big as you and who takes such great pleasure in the little things in life (batteries, tiny rocks, hand sanitizer, and your favorite — LOTION). A song, a great book, and of course — a bag of snacks makes your entire face light up. I finally understand what it means to smile with your eyes. 

Your teachers call you “a lover” because you are so warm and affectionate with your friends. You are happiest when hugging or holding hands with those around you. And also when you’re running around outside, naked, and preferably with food in your hands.

Recently, you’ve grown especially fond of babies, and the way you approach them and say “nice, nice” while stroking them ever so softly melts my heart. When a friend is crying, your face immediately saddens as you head over to try and comfort them. I know you will be the most incredible big brother one day.

That said, no one captures your attention quite like your daddy. You are his number one fan and he is yours. You two “get” each other in a way I sometimes don’t, and the resemblances you share are uncanny at times. Car rides with daddy around our neighborhood is your absolute favorite pastime these days.

For someone so little, you’re mighty stubborn and persistent my Levi, but I can assure you mommy and daddy are doing what we can to not give into your every demand and tantrum. Damn that face of yours sure makes it hard though.

I want to close with this: when you were ten months old and my undiagnosed case of postpartum anxiety and depression had reached its peak, your daddy took me to see a healer. I protested, but I went anyways because I was desperate for answers. She said she wanted to see you too, and when she looked at your palm, she told me there was an “M” for magic on it. Now, I don’t know if I believe in healers, but I do KNOW you have magic in you Levi. I feel it everyday, and I think you sprinkle a little of it on everyone you meet.

Thank you for bringing magic into our lives baby bear. Thank you for choosing us. I hope year three is even more magical than year two. I love you with all my heart.

XOXO

Mommy