She is two.

She is two. She is an uncoiled spring.  Running, jumping, bouncing, climbing.  Spinning in the air. She is two. She is effervescence.  Belly aching giggles. Smiles.  Blowing kisses.  Asking for “hucks”.  Standing in the window to wave at someone going by.   She is two. She is fierce independence.  “No mommy me do dis.”  Refusing… Read More She is two.