Happy two years my Micah.
Since you came screaming into the world that snowy Michigan afternoon it’s been a passionate exercise in parenting. Every single minute. I feel I may already be half way to velveteen thanks to you.
I am your raggedy, chewed on, strangled with love, burned raw with the heat of your affection and storms of your temper velveteen rabbit mom.
I wouldn’t change a single second.
I love you more than you love your diggers and dirt, my son.
And that’s a lot.