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Why 2 Is My Favorite Age

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I think 2 is my very favorite age.  The innocence of 2 can be so much fun. I love watching them build personality through imitation.  I love the sloppy wet kisses and the needy outstretched arms.  I love the elbow dimples and the pouty tummy.  I love the sweet smell of baby lingering on their breath in the morning and the softness that stays on their cheeks into the evening.  I even love their tiny little outbursts because at 2, distraction still works.  I love to watch 2 year olds play autonomously.  To witness them getting so serious and so determined when trying something new.  I love the way their eyes light up and the way their bodies go stiff when their brains are washed in discovery.  I love the tears, I do.  I love them because I know they can be easily kissed away and soothed; for the troubles of 2 are much smaller than the years to come.  I don’t mind the diapers.   Because I don’t miss the constant fear that comes with a potty training toddler.  I don’t mind coming home for naps.  Because I like knowing an expected and calculated routine.
For their energy and their zest for life…I love the age of two.

But I think 4 is my very favorite age, too.  I love having mini-adult conversations about serious things and not so seroius things.  I love their eager minds.  I love being asked a hundred questions and being looked at like the smartest person in the world when answering them.  I love watching them relate to a circle of friends; listening to them state their names and favorite colors by heart.  I don’t mind when a goodbye kiss is skipped in public because I know there will always be more in private.  I love chatting under the covers.  The “one more kiss” and the “one more question” and the “one more sip of water” because somewhere deep down in my heart I know these times are limited.  I love being called a best friend. I love being told I was dreamt about.  I love the confidence they show at home in front of family; knowing that they learned the value and importance of love in just 4 short years of life.  I love having a helper.  I love always knowing exactly what’s wrong and exactly what’s right with them at any given moment.
For their energy and their zest for life, I love the age of four.

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-MIM-

 

“Enjoy the little things in life.  One day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things.”

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