Happy Birthday Baby Boy
We went to the Royals game tonight...and you had a blast. You clapped, waved to the players, mowed through a pretzel and made friends with everyone sitting around us. You and Dad even made it on tv( I guess I did too, but all you could see were my fingers holding the "I'm spending my 2nd birthday at the K" sign). All in all...a pretty solid 2nd birthday. It started to drizzle, and you were tired so we decided to head out. We made it as far as the edge of the parking lot before your breathing settled into deep, slumbering breaths and your eye lids fluttered with dreams. When we got home I carried you in to the house and enjoyed every second of you snoring on my shoulder. As I changed you in to your pajamas, and took a second to snuggle you, I couldn't help but transport myself back two years ago. This time 2 years ago, you were 8 hours old. I had only been blessed with the chance to hold you once, but once was all it took to get me hooked. I loved you in a seco