My two year old

Dear Liam.
This morning when you wake up, you will be officially 2 years old.  I find this funny.  Mostly because my little baby can't possibly be that old, but also because the people that you meet think you have been 2 for quite some time.  You are talkative and kind.  You are funny.  I love you.
In fact, I love you A LOT.  More than I ever imagined loving someone.  You and your brother have burrowed your places deep in my heart, and not just because I'm your mom and I have to love you.
Things I love about you.

• I love that you are a cuddler - especially first thing after you wake up.  And now you always ask for a blanket after you climb into my lap so that we can snuggle underneath it while you officially wake up.
• I love that even after these two years of life you haven't lost your cough-cry.  That's how I know when it is you. :)
• I love when you see people (like the volunteers) and you get this fake-serious look on your face like you're trying to act like your too cool for school.
• I love that whenever your dad asks you something you say "huh?" at least five times and drive him crazy.
• I love that you get excited everytime we walk into the room, or we mention any of your grandparents.
• I love that you repeat everything you hear, no matter how long the phrase, or how complicated the word.
• I love that you call the volunteer Daniella, "Corrymeela" because they sound the same to you.
• I love that you have such a strong sense of humor.
• I love that you constantly make me laugh with your "Chase me!" and tight neck hugs that come out of nowhere while I'm carrying you places.
• And right now I love that you've decided to sleep past 5:30 am for a change. :)
• And I love love LOVE that you just walked into the room and told me "I no more 1!"

I love you. I love you. I love you.