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Can I please just say how much I LOVE Haley at the age of 2?

I have never enjoyed being a mom so much.  This is a great age!  Sure we have our moments.  We have our meltdowns.  They are usually very public.  And most everyone else is watching your parenting under a microscope and harshly judging your every move (which I am so over and could care less, I'm an amazing mother.)  But all that aside, this is amazing.  This is what it is all about.

In a way, your child's experiences become your experiences.  Their joys, your joys.  Like, taking your 2-year-old to the zoo for the first time: It is not like I really enjoy seeing lions, tigers, and bears---but I enjoy seeing her see lions, tigers, and bears.   Everyday, I see Haley learn and get excited about new things--which makes me excited about things in life that I either grew too old to get excited about or started to take for granted.

It is simply amazing. But gosh, isn't is so fleeting?  How do I pause time?  Keep her this way, and live in these moments for just a moment longer.

There is no other way to explain it, but just pure joy.

Haley girl, keep your innocence--and don't grow up too fast.  


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