I have stepped out of my denial... and finally bought that sparkly candle in the shape of a 2. I have walked passed it in the supermarket at least seven times. Each time thinking I could just postpone buying it another week.
Now I sucked it up and put it in my cart. I was alone in the isle, so I bet nobody saw how hard it was for me to do so.
My daughter is growing up.
Becoming 30, 50 or even 60 is overrated, 2 is the biggest and most underestimated age barrier there is. She is no longer my baby. She has become my child. She has become a small human with wants and opinions, she decides that there are days she does not want to play. And days she does not want to go to the beach. And days she really really wants to eat cheese... a lot of it.
She picks her own clothes and tries to put them on - well that's only on those rare days that she's not running around naked all day long (oh the shame, the horror, a naked child... moehahaha).
She says "mommy is leaving" on the days I go to San Pedro with my husband and then asks for a hug.
I'm going to stop here because I'm all melancholy and infinite sadness, but yet strangely exited for what's to come.
Image: kevindooley on flickr