This week you will be 2. No words really encapsulate the emotions I feel, as I glimpse back at all of the little moments we've created together these last 730 days.

What a privilege it has been to spend almost every day at home with you. Together, we've experienced the highest of highs, and sometimes you've seen me at my lowest of lows. It's a tough thing to get right sometimes, being your mom. Today, there is so much outside noise. Am I a good example? What milestone should you be hitting? Am I teaching you enough? Are you happy?

They say to soak in every moment, that they’ll never be this ages again, and you’ll miss this stage. And while I wish I could slow down time, if there's one thing I can be certain about, it's knowing that we've cherished every stage, you and I, both learning and experiencing everything for the first time. Every stage with you is a treasure, and I love the amazing little person you are becoming.

Each morning, when you see me opening your door, your eyes light up with excitement for our day together, whatever it may hold. I think in the last 2 years, no matter how much "mom guilt" tries to creep in, you are teaching me to look at myself with gentler eyes, too. What a beautiful gift you've given me. Happy birthday, my precious boy.