Two years ago today you completed us.

Two months you waited until you decided to grow.

Two sparkly blue eyes which are flecked with gold.

Two dimpled hands that hold my cheeks as you kiss my nose.

Two chubby legs that carry you away from me. And bring you back. For now.

Two syllables to say my name. “Ma. Ma.”

Two tragic minutes in time-out when you hit.

Two older brothers to get you into trouble and maybe even get you out of it.

Two parents, one of whom gave you blonde hair and the other who made it curly. Who love you. To the moon. To the sun. And back. And again.

Two.

You are perfectly two.