Reflection on a Sunday afternoon

Come Friday of next week, my little girl will be 20 months old. I've stopped telling people the month age and have been saying that she's a year and a half. In the first year of her life, her age
was measured by months and now I'm going by halves and years. Ive always found it a bit ridiculous when people would say 24 months or 36 months. It's 2 & 3 for crying out loud!

I didn't realize til now how close she is to turning two. TWO! Where did the last 20 months go?! Becoming a parent is truly one of the most exciting, rewarding, difficult and happiest thing in my life thus far. I don't think anything can top this one off. I look at her and see how much she has changed. She walks, talks and does all these silly little things that melts my heart.

{this is her "say cheese" face}

She asked for help earlier this morning when her foot got caught while walking around in one of my maternity shirts that she had put on all by herself. She says thank you and please. She goes to the pantry and looks for a "nack" every night after dinner. She makes up her own songs with the words mommy and momma in it all the while dancing and clapping at the same time. She runs as fast as she can towards me when she sees me walk into her classroom at day care.

{enjoying an afternoon "nack" of nectarine}

I wonder what's next for her. She's one lovable and strong willed toddler now. She knows what she wants and will try her hardest to make sure she gets it. She is the light of my life and the best present I have ever received!

{her dress - my maternity shirt}

Please escuse the awsome quality of the pictures. These are all from my iPhone.