2 years

Happy birthday, you little imp. You are embracing two years old, dramatically and loudly protesting when you aren't allowed to dress up in a firefighters uniform, or shove your fingers in Bodhi's mouth, or pour water all over the kitchen floor. You are a lover and snuggler, and some of our sweetest times are right before bed when we talk about the day and you wrap yourself horizontally around my chest, never wanting to let go. 

You love your family and you are happiest when we are all dancing, exploring, talking, or playing together. You and your sister ("sis sis") are each other's greatest fan and greatest challenge. Your favorite things are balls, buses, paragliders, dogs, slides, airplanes, and music.

You have a language that you understand, and your sister understands, but that often stumps your dad and I. You call all dogs "harf" and you squeal whenever you see a "bahs!" (bus). If you do anything that makes anyone laugh, you will do it again and again. 

You are our dear, sweet, funny Samwise and we love you more than you'll ever know.