You reach your hand to mine.
Wrapping it around two of my fingers, you squeeze.
I treasure your smallness as I take in this day.
Chestnut hair waves in the sun,
baby cheeks round with your smile
and chubby toes grip strands of grass.
Too busy to lay on a blanket,
too eager to stay in my arms
and now, too grown to let the action pass you by.
I manage to stop you for a moment and help you work two fingers to stand.
Eager to display your new age, your brow twists in concentration.
As you try to raise them one at a time, stubborn baby fingers defy your determination and the rest join.
You beam that you are “two!”
Cheering at the ten little fingers dancing before my eyes, your giggles bubble around us.
I know just how old you are.
You were born today, sweet boy.
And until you can hold up two of your own,
you can wrap them all around mine.
Happy Second Birthday Sawyer,
I love you from your head to your fingers to your toes,
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