I have been meaning to write this post since Haven's birthday, but I wanted to wait for her 2nd year photos to be taken. Photos courtesy of Lisa Ruth Photography Every time I see these pictures, they make me smile. They are far from posed and perfect, but I feel like they capture the essence of who Haven is at age 2. This is not a posed or perfect time of life, but it is one full of smiles, giggles, and endless energy...all of which I see in these pictures.
When I think back over this past year, I really feel like Haven's spirit and personality took off. Her little brown eyes now seem to sparkle when she is trying to tease me. Her little laugh is contagious, with a giggle that erupts when Mike tickles her or plays, "1,2,3". I love how she exclaims in her high-pitched voice, "A-BEEEEEEE" whenever she sees her binkie. I love how she begs to be in the kitchen when I am making any meal, desperately wanting to be a part of whatever is going on. She makes me laugh as she insists on sleeping on her floor every night, for reasons that Mike and I still do not understand.
We have spent many hours at the Museum of Play where Haven excitedly exclaims, "Bye bye choo choo" each time the train ride is over. We have taken lots of walks, spent time in the pool, colored with markers and crayons, had "bubble tubby" with Elmo bubbles, played with friends, baked chocolate chip cookies, read books, traveled across the country, jogged down the Erie Canal, eaten ice cream, scared pigeons, attended music class, played "Go Go", drank chocolate milk, watched shows, played with Nemo, attended weddings, put hair in pig tails, played in the leaves, picked apples and pumpkins, visited Virginia/Idaho/Utah/California, and went on numerous bike rides.
Some things that I always want to remember about Haven at this stage in her life:
*the way she smiles and whispers, "Hi Dad" each time we pick Mike up from the hospital
*her funny fascinations that come and go (my button jar, stashing farm animals in the laundry bin, pulling out the carbon monoxide detector, putting make-up on her face)
*her love of the Museum of Play (how she knows exactly where we are going, the cute way she says "seum!", her love of the fish tank and Nemo fish)
*her sweet voice when she says, "Hi Mama"
*her cute dance to "Elmo's Got the Moves"
*her distinction between "A-Beeee" (her binkie) and "Abby" (the Sesame Street character)
*her excitement when we visit "Wegees" to get a cookie
*how she says "bye bye" to anything and everything
*her puckered lips when she wants a kiss
*how she loves to play with Mike's doctor tools
*the way she picks out my shoes each morning
*the way she shuffles her feet along as she tries to run
*the way she strums Mike's guitars
*the way she pumps her arm to dance to music in the car
*the way she sings, "Bye bye B.B."
*the way she points and says, "Elmo hat" each time we come down the stairs
Haven's entrance into this world came as a surprise and even now, I still do not feel like I have gotten over the surprise. The surprised feeling is different now; more amazement than shock. I am amazed how much I can love this little spirit. I am surprised at how much joy, and sometimes frustration, she can bring into my every day. I am amazed at the feelings of protectiveness that arise in me when I feel like she is being threatened or compromised. I am shocked at how deeply I want to be a good mother; to be someone Haven loves and adores. I want her to understand each day the feelings of love I have for her; how deep and real they are. Haven is my partner-in-crime, my little buddy on days when the hospital hours seem long. I don't know what I would do without her...
Happy birthday to my sweet, strong-willed, opinionated, funny, entertaining, beautiful, and joyful girl. You are the light of our lives and we love you forever.