Two

My baby is two. Can I be a bit melancholy? Two is not where I thought he would be. It goes so fast. Time races by every day. I get so excited that he is learning new things and doing new things, and then I stop and think: but he is growing and will not be doing the old things any more. I am beginning to see what parents say everytime: cherish this stage because it is gone so fast. And it is.

My Cache is my miracle. I sit here today with so much gratitude and love in my heart. He really shouldn't be here. We had so many complications....were almost positive that he was gone a few times. And yet, he is here. God has blessed my life with more richness, more beauty, more humilty, more joy than I could have ever done on my own. This baby Cache is a gift and I cherish Him. He is my light and my life. He is the reason I get up when I am sick, and the reason I stay up a few extra hours with him running around the house at night. I love being with him.

My sweet boy had a wonderful birthday. He walked around saying, "Two Two," all day and holding up five fingers. He loves his new "bi" (bike) and his many tractors and finger puppets.

I pray that I will always remember this little two year old and his funny quirks. Because I know tomorrow I will be sending him off on a plane to his mission and then watching him take his own beautiful bride to the temple, and quite honestly, I just can't stand the thought. Here are some pictures of his big day!

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