Two years have flown by. Everything I ever heard about parenting is exactly right. It is nothing like I ever imagined. It is the most challenging job I have ever had. It has taught me so much about myself. And it is the best blessing I have ever had. Below is a little window to our life….
My love for you overflows. Each day that passes brings about new challenges, but each day I fall in love with you more and more. I love that you teach me so much about life, about myself, and most of all about God. I understand for the first time what a blessing it is to be called “a child of God”. The love I have for you, my child, is beyond what I could ever put into words.
At two years old you already have so much personality. I simply love the girl you are becoming. You have changed so much this past year that I would have no idea how to share it all, so I just want to share with you the beautiful girl I see before me now.
You wake up grumpy (like your mom), but we have learned that if we let you play in the crib, you perk up in no time. Usually when I come into your room you are jumping sky high in your crib and giggling your head off. Once you have seen me enter your abode, you either hit the deck and cover your eyes for a quick game of “peek-a-boo” or you rapidly start telling me about all the things you have been thinking about (your friends that you want to see or what activity you want to do).
I just love the way you tell stories too! You are so passionate! You look me in the eye and use your hands to punctuate each point. And when you play, you play with such thoughtfulness. I see you talk to yourself, like making a list, and then you pull out each toy with care. Sometimes an idea will pop in your head and you will stand up, point a finger in the air as if to say, “oh yeah!” and then you will run off to your room to collect whatever is suddenly necessary for play.
I feel like passionate is the perfect word to describe so much about you. We never wonder what you are thinking. We never wonder what makes you happy, or laugh, or frustrated or sad. Often we find ourselves having to “sell” you on whatever task is at hand. I think your dad and I both just love this about you so much. You are so smart and clever. I know you will continue to keep us on our toes!
You are already so independent. You have never been a child to cling to my pant leg. You love your friends dearly, and are fast to play, but also value your alone time too. You can walk off alone for days, and love to play alone too. I also learned many months ago that you know how to call my bluff. “Time to go Dayla, Mama’s leaving”. Then you turn and say, “Okay, bye Mama” and walk the other direction. I just cherish this independence and confidence and hope we can nurture it in you always.
I love the way you laugh. Not just a giggle, but a belly laugh. I love the way you make me laugh. Your joy is contagious and beautiful. I love the way you want to wear a dress everyday but abhor wearing any clips in your hair. I love the way you dance; like no one is watching. I love how you love your cousins. I love the way you nurture little babies and give them your toys. I love the way you love your friends. I love the way you are already showing your leadership abilities when you play with them. I hope that we can guide you and teach you how to be a true servant leader. I love the way you embrace life.
We love you so much Dayla bear. We can’t wait to see the girl and the woman that you will become.
Pictures from this last year that just show so much of who Dayla is to me:
2 years old