Happy Birthday, sweet boy

My boy you are two  today. Sweet Ry. I cannot believe it has been two years since you were born.

I cannot beleive it's been two years since I saw that sweet face. And it just keeps getting sweeter. 

You are so special. You are sweet and shy and silly and sensitive. You love to sing and read books and play with your trains. 

You are big, bigger than your pears, but you are a little soul. 

You have grown so much over the past year. You have learned to walk. You have become more independent. You make choices, you are learning to talk. You became a big brother. 

I love seeing the world through your eyes. I love the way you are both timid and fearless. I love that you are willing to try new things, be silly, make friends and find joy. I hope you never lose that. I pray you never lose that. 

Please, always explore. Please always find wonder in each day. 

You love to play. You play so hard, until you pass out. Always play. Never stop playing. And dream. Dream so big people think you're crazy. It's okay to be crazy.

Know that I am always on your side. It might not seem like it. But I am. Even when I am mad, even when I am disciplining you, even when you don't like me very much. I AM ALWAYS ON YOUR SIDE. 

You are special. You are smart. You are you. And there will never be another