Happy Birthday! I can't believe my cuppycake is two years old!!
Just the other day I looked in the rearview mirror and saw you leaning your head against your carseat, your chubby cheek squished against the side, tired little eyes drooping, and I thought, "Wow, he really is still such a baby."
Sometimes I fail to see this babyness, in the rush of life. You'll always be my baby, my snuggler, my warm, chubby little body who will always stop for a hug and a meaningful moment, but you just seem like such a boy most of the time.
I love your 110% boyness. Such a boy! Dirt and mischief and all, you are the stereotype. I look forward to watching your antics through life, even though you can and do make me crazy. You are so funny and so sweet and such a fireball of personality. Right now you're marching around in rain boots and a construction hat, waiting for the mall to open so you can make a horsey at Build a Bear and get the cowboy boots I've been promising you.
You make me laugh every single day. You also remind me what True Love feels like every single day. Thank you for the things you have taught me and the things you will teach me. Thank you for being you, mischief and all. Happy 2nd Birthday, Chooch!
I like you, I love you, and I'll always protect you.
Mom (aka MUM MUUUM)