I’m sad that the letters are melting on Eve’s birthday cupcakes:
But I’m satisfied they’ll taste fine. Trev is struggling to get the pedals on:
But we’re so excited to see her reaction to her present in the morning. After all, she’s been our present every morning for the last 730 days.
I love that photo. I took it on Sunday. Tomorrow I will go upstairs and hug that little person. Before long, I will have to try very hard to remember what it felt like to have a two-year-old, just like I have to work to remember this: