Today you are two. That is 720 days of waking me up, pulling my hair, asking for more milk, blowing raspberries to taunt me, laughing at everything and nothing, crying over everything and nothing, screaming at everything and everything, surprising me, pissing me off and pissing on me, giving me ambition, inspiration, hope. You grow up quickly little sir. Two years ago I held you in my arms and thought "what a tiny little world". That world is expanding. That world is quick now, running, keeping me on my toes, keeping my eyes open. That world is more expressive than I can capture in any picture, write down in any sentence.
They say "wait for the terrible two's!" But today you woke up sweet as can be. You even allowed me to cuddle you for a couple minutes as you played with my hair. This is not a common occurrence (and perhaps I have DJ Lance to thank for captivating you for long enough to let me enjoy it). You didn't whine or scream at anything trivial. Maybe this is the calm before the storm. But they say a lot of things.
You are more than a lot of things. You are Jack. And I couldn't imagine any other world I'd rather be around.
We love you,
Right now you seem to really love this song. I think it's very appropriate. So here you go my raspberry blower, my moon watcher, song singer, panda kisser.
Also, Happy Birthday to my little brother Mitchell, who two years ago turned 14 and all he got was a lousy nephew ;). I couldn't think of anybody better to share a birthday with Jack. You are the best brother and uncle anybody could ask for!