'Listen with ears of tolerance.See through the eyes of compassion. Speak with the language of love.' -Rumi
Last night someone asked me how old you were. I responded, 'almost two.' Then it hit me- you were 22 months on Valentine's. Really, you are almost two.
You're supposed to be the baby, instead you're telling us what clothes you want to wear, bringing us your diapers & wipes, repeating all our words & looking out at the world with all the curiosity you can muster. You are almost two.
Keep up with the curiosity, baby girl, keep jumping in the mud puddles. Keep smiling, keep belly laughing. xo