I can hardly believe she's two. It's like I blinked and here we are. It seems like I was just pacing the floor waiting to head over to Ocean Springs to be induced. I was so nervous. Not just about the pain, but also because I knew the next day I'd be somebody's mother. I'd be responsible for her. It'd be my job to raise her. I was the one who was going to have to mold her into a good person. I'd have to teach her to love, and forgive, and care. I'd have to teach her right from wrong. And how to be a friend. She'd need me to help her learn to walk and how to sing her ABCs. I'd have to be sure she knows how much God loves her. Whoa. And even though I knew there'd be lots of other people to help her Daddy and I, it was still scary. Very scary.
Now here we are 2 years later and I think we're doing okay. She's super smart and already very kind. She makes me laugh constantly. She's had a couple colds and right now there's a strawberry on her knee. She sings Amazing Grace perfectly. Her favorite movie is Annie. Right now she's sitting next to me on the floor "reading" a Dr. Seuss book in her Tinkerbell night gown. She's beautiful. She looks like her daddy. I wonder if she'll ever know how much I love her. And how much it means to me that I'm HER mommy. My beautiful Taylor is 2 years old. And soon she'll be a big sister.
Happy Birthday, Baby Tay Tay. You are my best thing in the whole wide world. You are an amazing little girl and I know you're going to be an awesome big sister. I'm so proud of you. I love you more than you'll ever know.
