Just like that, she turned two. She wore a tutu. She ran around with her friends and squealed when we sang happy birthday. She liked the balloons (which she called baboons). And just like little gorilla (thank you so much, Adele), "everybody came and everybody sang. And everybody still loved him (in this case, her)."
There are many trite statements I feel compelled to make. Time. Speed. Growth. Astonishing. You know them all. Let me just wipe a tear and gather myself together. My baby is….not a baby.