Birthday Letter to Alden, age 2

My dear Alden-boy,

Happy birthday to you my golden-haired boy. You've made it all the way to two years old, and my goodness has it been one crazy beautiful ride. Today when I held your two-year-old, wiggly self to rock and sing to you before your nap, you snuggled into my chest and looked up at me not three inches from my face and through giddy giggles you told me you loved me, just like you always do. I told you I loved you back and I breathed every bit of you in and was reminded again of the day Dr. Isbell set you in my arms. I knew then as I know now that you are someone special.

You love to love on people and to be loved on. Not an hour goes by that you don't have a hug to give. You have a gift for spreading excitement and helping people feel happy, welcomed, and comfortable. You have a gift for being a good friend. The other day I watched as you confidently waltzed up to several people you didn't know to introduce yourself. You smiled at them and said, "Hi! My name is Alden. What's your name?" You are one of the most complimentary two-year-old's I've ever met (it should also be noted that you are also one of the most verbal two-year-old's I've ever met!). You are always quick to tell me that I look pretty, or to tell your Daddy that you like his nice shoes or tie, or that you like Rachie's hair. Not too many boys notice all the things you notice (even grown up ones), so keep that up. You are deeply kind, and if there was any trait I would wish for you to have most, that would be it.

Remember always that your family loves you. You really hit the jackpot with having a Father you can admire and strive to be like, and he talks daily about how we are so lucky to have you in our family. Your Mama is deeply in love with every bit of you and tries very hard to help you understand your goodness. Your Rachel thanks Heavenly Father every night for you because she is so grateful to have you as her best friend and co-conspirator. Your Grandpas and Grandmas love your contagious smile and your jabber-box ways. Your aunts and uncles and cousins love your jokes and antics. And we all love your extra special squeeze-style hugs.

Thanks for being my boy. Eat and sleep a little more this year, okay? We'll make the two's terrific.

Love,

Your Mama