Happy Birthday, Chipmunk.

Yes, little mama.  You turned two today.  I don’t know how that happened at all.  You really just burst into the world, carefree and independent.  I’m pretty sure you’re going to give your father and I a run for our money when you get a little older, but I’m ready.  It’ll be worth it to see the independent, witty, forthright person I know is already taking shape in you.  Happy birthday, sweetie.  Love you.

Two years old. Whatdya know.