--- 2 Years Old ---
Dear Son,
Happy Birthday!
I have to get used to you sharing a birthday with Jesus - that's still no easy thing to do.
However, you're now two years old! And while I write this, you haven't really been able to celebrate, more so your birthday. At a mere two years old, you're rife with germs and succumbed to a nasty bug, rendering you sick on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day (your birthday), and the days to follow. Everyone here for the holidays was unable to give you that moment, and really, we weren't able to get that moment on your second birthday.
The day aside, I'm grateful for the little guy that you are. In one of my previous notes to you, I mentioned "That's Milo" and you've continued to express that. You're very unique - a character in every way. The complete opposite, thus far, of your brother in so many ways.
Even with your limited speech as a toddler, I love how decisive you are - with your "Yesshhhs" and "Nos!" being very direct. You're still big for your age, and you stomp around the house, with every moment you run or move being felt and heard by us all.
You love to play tricks, yet are very stern in other moments.
You love to wrestle, yet are up for a snuggle session with your parents...a constant since your birth.
You love to eat...anything, yet you will strongly recommend suggestions in the kitchen to us.
You're just...and remain, after two years...Milo. Uniquely, Milo.
I'm so excited to see more of your personality shine through in year three.
Happy Birthday, Milo.
Love, Dad