My dear Piper,
Today you are 19 months old. Not sure where the time is going. Every day you amazing me. And frustrate me. And challenge me. But you always make me laugh. I love days like this morning, when Zoe was off at gymnastics, and you and I got to spend some time alone together. We had breakfast at one of our favorite bagel places. You saw a ‘nana and instead called it a BA-nana. You say so many new words every day and your vocabulary astounds me. I love that we almost have conversations now. I love the silly faces you make, especially the one you make when I say, “Piper, don’t look at me like that!” I don’t love that you still refuse to eat with the fork you hold in your hand and instead eat with your other hand. I hate that you seem to love to throw food on the floor, even though you know you aren’t supposed to. And just when I’m so frustrated with you, you make a silly face or smile or make yourself laugh at something and I melt.
I love you so much, Piper. You have made my life so much better and brighter every day you are in it. I LOVE this picture of you: