Dear Grace & Claire,
This letter is about 6 weeks late. I'm so sorry for the delay, but can promise you that later in life you'll understand.
You'll understand that sometimes hiding from Daddy under our make-shift blanket fort is more important.
Sometimes making lego towers and kicking them down and rebuilding them again for the 75th time is more important.
Sometimes making snakes and snowmen out of play-doh is more important.
Sometimes snuggling in the recliner watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is more important.
Sometimes letting you ride on my back while I pretend to be a horse is more important.
Sometimes sitting in our bean bags and reading you "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" is more important.
Sometimes rocking your babies while singing "Rock-bye-baby" is more important.
Actually, I take that back. Those things are always more important. Even if it means your birthday letter is a little late.
About six weeks ago, you turned two years old. TWO years old. I still have a hard time believing it has been that long already. These years have been the best — and most difficult — years of our lives. Years that have pushed me to the limits of both frustration and happiness -- usually on the same day.
And while some things are getting easier, like eating and sleeping, some challenges are just revving up, like when Claire uses Grace as a punching bag. We're doing what we've always done -- relishing the good days, surviving the bad ones and hoping that we're teaching you something along the way.
You both are incredibly smart, beautiful, hilarious little girls. Thanks for the two most wonderful years a Mom could ask for. I can't wait to see what this year brings.