My darling Susannah Mae,
Tomorrow you turn 2 years old. Which is hilarious to me, because in so many ways I’ve thought of you as “2” for some time now. (Like, since right after you turned 1.)
Even though we made you and, to the best of our knowledge, have been a part of each moment that’s defined your two years, your Dad and I laugh in wonder about where the heck you came from.
You are easily one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. You have an innate comic timing and will do pretty much anything for a laugh. I’ve seen you hold a pose or hide out for a ridiculously long time- all to get that one perfection reaction. (Usually from your sister.) And even though it drives your sister crazy (and even though we should break it up long before we do), when you find that one thing that sets her off, you’ll repeat and pause and repeat your antics to comedic perfection. You think words are funny, too, and are playing around with rhymes and things which sound like they should go together. (“Pop can!” Popcorn?!” “Do not.” “Doughnut?!”)
You are easily one of the bravest people I’ve ever known. Heights don’t faze you. Climbing age-inappropriate structures thrills you. Going fast is the only way to move, and being upside down is just another way to see the world. You will gladly say hi to any person, animal, or mascot within high-fiving distance. Sure, I’d love to you to tone down the whole “running off with strangers” thing, but I dig how everyone is automatically a friend. And even though I can get awfully loud about these “offenses” sometimes, I admire how you’ve made me a braver Mom.
And you are easily one of the most loving people I’ve ever known. When you snuggle in a lap (with thumb in mouth, Geo on nose), it makes me never want to leave that room ever again. Your empathetic furrowed brow at the cry of another baby or kiddo warms my heart, especially when you offer suggestions (“He’s hungry? He misses his Mom? I give him Nora’s Doc?”). And watching you light up at your Dad’s entrance or any single thing your sister says, does, or questions makes me proud of how hard you adore your family.
Zu- you’re bouncier than your beloved Tigger, and your razor-sharp mind misses nothing. (Not to mention forgets nothing.) I can’t believe how blessed I am, not only to have helped create one of my favorite people in the whole world, but also to get to spend my days with her as well.
Funny how that works, huh? Some people just really luck out.
Love you to the moon, Suzy Zuzu Buttercup,
Your Mom.
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