We started your second birthday at three this morning because I was restless with pregnancy aches and it woke you up. There was something special in the middle of the exhaustion about sitting in the armchair by the desk and locking eyes with you while you nursed, something that reminded me of the morning you were born and you slept with your head against my heart and I kept telling myself rest, get some sleep, but all I could do was stroke your back and feel how wonderful it was to hold you.
We went back to bed this morning at five and when you woke up again the sun was out and you were snuggled between me and dada, and we kissed you and told you, "happy birthday, beautiful!" And I just hope that was a wonderful way for you to wake up today.
Happy birthday, beautiful.