She is Two

Today is my baby's second birthday.

As I write this, she is sleeping next to me (about to wake up), and her little feet are resting on my leg.

Since that post, two years ago, about my water breaking, a lot has changed in my life, a lot is different, I don't have much time to blog like I want to, for example. I don't have much time to do things I used to take for granted, like taking showers and peeing alone. I've mastered the art of doing everything with one hand, like dusting, cooking, getting money for the ATM machine, putting makeup on, taking makeup off, brushing my teeth and pulling my pants up and down when I don't pee alone anymore.

But those are not the biggest changes I've gone through.

The biggest changes are the ones no one can see, the ones inside of me. The change that has hit my heart and made it a hundred times bigger, so that it could fit the love that keeps multiplying exponentially for this baby. The change in my brain, where priorities and things that were once important got all put in a cup, shaken up, and thrown out the window, to make room for just one priority, her. The change in my fears, the change in my dreams, the change in how I see the world now, the change in how I feel the cry of every child in the street so close to my heart: this baby has made me such a wuss.

And I love her so much that her every fall and her every bruise hurts me more than it hurts her. And her every hug and her every kiss, and her "I WOV U MOMMY" melt my heart and make me want to be the best person I can ever be.

I wov u too, my Princess.