I woke up this morning and lying in bed - watching you sleep - it only really hit me then. You really are 2 years old already.
And my heart broke a little.
Every day you're a little more independent. Every day you need me a little less. And one day, you won't need at me at all.
So my heart breaks.
With every new word you learn. With every new skill you acquire. With every inch you grow. You grow away from me, and into yourself.
So I hug you tight, bury my face in your neck (that still holds so much of your sweet baby smell), ask time to move a little slower. Be mine for a little longer.
Happy Birthday Olivia.