Dearest Oliver,

Yesterday was your second birthday. I can't believe how much you've grown and changed over the last six months, let alone the last year. Each day brings new things to you, and I love watching you grow and develop into the person you're going to be. You said your first complete sentence last night, after you asked your dad to climb in bed and he obliged. "Big daddy in my bed." It was pretty much the most adorable thing ever.

You were blessed to have a lovely party last weekend in the park by our home with family and friends. You know, you're not as spoiled as a lot of other kids, but you get more than enough. I'm not sure how those parents deal with all the excess anyway. I took some of the money your Aunt Melissa gave you and got you a bunch of clothes for you to grow into over the next while, you got a bouncy house and so many cars/trucks, and some underwear!

I'm excited, and terrified to attempt potty training next weekend. I really hope that we're able to make it work! You're so smart, and inquisitive I don't foresee too many issues, but apparently it's a real pain with boys. I guess we shall see. Four days of nothing but you and me and the toilet, and I imagine lots of laundry.

I really want to tell you how much I love you, how you astonish me each and every day with your new word or phrase you pick up. Your antics are hilarious and endearing and I cannot imagine my life without you in it. You're everything I could have ever hoped for in a son, and more. I hope you know that.

Love Always,
Mom