Bubba turned two this week and I can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that we’ve been parents for two years now. For Steve and myself, Bub’s birthdays are a celebration for us making it another year together, a birth-day/anniversary for me delivering him, and a reminder that he is growing up so fast.
From year one to year two, Bub:
Learned how to walk
Learned how to talk
Learned how to pee and poop on the potty
Learned to say “thank you” and “sorry”
Learned how to ask for things and about things
Learned how to count
Learned how to read a book to himself
Someone told us recently, “You won’t know it, but someday you’ll pick him up for the last time.” I thought to myself, “Does that happen between year two and year three? Gosh, I hope not. I’m not ready for that.”
We are reminded that every day we get to spend with our child is truly a gift.
Happy Birthday, Bub! We love you!
