Yesterday, she officially turned two. 

With each passing year, with each child, birthdays remain to be a time of such mixed emotions. It’s such a joy to celebrate life and growth; yet, the mama in me wants to slow the years as I cherish these days and stages so much.

From the teen who texts me to say I will be her best friend forever to this little one yelling LOB YOU in the sweetest, loudest voice....and everything in between. Life is certainly precious. So each year, admittedly I take time to mourn, to let go of what has passed. To promise to never forget all those small details. And then I am sure to seek all the beauty I can find right where we are.

Today, I was reminded how beautiful two is as she ran to me with wonder and joy...flower, flower, she said. And gave me the sweetest of gifts.