15 Months of Magic

Whew. What a week. I only was able to spend about an hour with you today; your 15 month birthday. You wore your khaki shorts and your Baltimore Aquarium t-shirt that says, "sometimes crabby, always cute" and your pink sneakers.
I went to work before you got up and come home just in time for bath / bed. Although we spent only a little time together today, it was magic. You are so much fun lately. Your laugh, your energy, your presence is just magic. Somehow the worries and stress and drama of life melt away. Chasing your naked self around upstairs while you wildly laugh is so comforting. So warm. So right. Someone commented tonight they cannot believe you are only 15 months, you seem so much older. Closer to two years old. I got a taste of the terrible twos when I tried to take your toothbrush tonight and you said "NO!" and proceeded to hit me. This has not detracted from your cuteness. I am amazed at your ability to recognize who you are and what you want. We are working on the hitting thing.

Your 15 month old self loves to run in the yard and play with the hose / water (yes, you have learned how to run). You are determined to ride Brandy and/or Stan. You love Love LOVE swinging and enjoy a good slide. You dance to music, sing along to the radio, you "talk" to yourself constantly and love to talk on the phone which you start out with "hi" and the divulge into gibberish. So many details that you notice. Oh! Buckles. You have recently become obsessed with buckles. My little engineer.

How you are treasured.

15 months of pure magic.