Dear Griffin,

You are one day shy of 2 years, 4 months old. You no longer want to sit on my lap and rock during story time. You don't want to fall asleep on my shoulder anymore. You barely sit still for a minute these days, and while I love watching everything you do, seeing everything you learn, and playing blocks with you, I miss your baby-ness. I miss that little guy who was such a great roller, that you got places faster by rolling than by crawling. I miss you snuggling up with me and wanting me to hold you all the time. I miss the first week of daycare when you would cling to me the moment I walked in the door from work, laying your head on my shoulder and staying there until you were fast asleep for the night.

You are such an amazing little boy. You are smart, funny, fiesty, and loving. You want to be a chef when you grow up, at least today you do, and you are always making pretend hot chocolate. You love playing Dr. Griffin and giving Daddy and your toys check ups. You can throw a tantrum louder and longer than any other kid I know. You love to dance.

In my haste to work, get food on the table, clean and sleep, I sometimes forget just how quickly you are growing. I will try my very hardest to soak up each evening by being with you, not just near you. I feel your years are slipping by already. I want to pause you for a bit - not to keep you in perpetual toddlerhood, but simply to give myself more time to enjoy you right here, right now. Why, oh why must time march on so fast?

You are the light of my life.

Love,
Mommy