My baby. My little sour patch kid. Man, this kid can throw a tantrum that could bring down a nation. He is stubborn and opinionated. If he doesn't want to do something, he will not do it. But, he is also the sweetest cuddled. He loves to hold hands and to give hugs and kisses. If you sit next to him on the couch he will fold himself into your body and rest his head on your shoulder. He has the biggest, sweetest brown eyes, and he knows how to use them to his advantage.
He's taught me a lot. He often tests my patience. His speech delay is hard on both of us, him when he gets frustrated that I don't know what he's saying, and me when I can't figure out what he wants. But he is smart beyond his years. He's taught me how to fight and how to advocate. He's made me a better mom, and I can't imagine my life without him.
(This picture is blurry, but his face says it all!)
By far, the best present L2 got for his birthday was Daddy being home. We weren't sure if he would make it, but he did and L2 was the happiest I've seen him in a long time. We spent the whole weekend celebrating him: dinner out on Friday, a movie (Pan) and cupcakes and presents on Saturday, and pizza with friends on Sunday. He's a lucky kid to have so many people that love him so much!
Happy birthday, L2. I love you so much. Never lose you fighting spirit, and you gentle soul. You make this world a better place.
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