And.. Little Z just turned two!

Two years ago on this very day is the anniversary of the first time I saw you. And you were just perfect.

Just now as I put you to sleep, stroked your hair, and told you I love you. And tomorrow you'll wake up and tell me all kinds of things. Use your new words, gasp with delight with your new toys and race around for all the world to see. You've been entirely mine for twenty four months now, and even back then, pre-world, I felt our connection.

But now as you spend your five hours a week at playschool without me there, play with your friends without me there -- becoming yourself without me there. Every once in a while, like now, when I am weepy and a little saddened, I feel a pang when I think about these things, about you being in the world all by yourself. But I know, that's entirely the point. 

You were born to be here, and now I must stand back and stand by for the treasured occasional hugs and kisses.

Happy birthday baby boy.