Two years ago today...

God made me a mama. I'll never forget how it still felt fake when the doctor told me to push (thanks, epidural). I'll never forget how they handed me a baby and I was wondering what in the heck would I do with this baby?!

Proof:

I'll never forget how you and your dad slept like this on the hospital couch because he couldn't bear to let you spend your first night in a tupperware box. (By the way, we put your sister in that tupperware, and we even let the nice nurses take her away for a couple hours. But that's another story).

The time has definitely FLOWN by:

Dear Myla,
      I love the gap between your two front teeth. I love your face. You are starting to pronounce words really well, but I'll always remember how you used to call yourself "My-my," your sister "Pipey Joey," and your Aunt Kristen "Aunt Titties" (a personal favorite). You were such an easy baby that I figured I could totally do the mom thing LOTS of times (currently redefining what "lots" might mean). You are a perfectionist. You study things and want to know how they work just like your dad. You are slow to warm up to people, and you do things at your own pace. You are funny and a great helper. You take good care of your little sister and seem very concerned on the rare occasions when I take you somewhere and leave her with Dad. I remember when I was at the hospital after Piper was born, and Nana and PawPaw brought you to meet her. I almost broke into tears when you walked in the door because I missed you so much! I'm glad you're my baby.

Happy birthday, Myla Grace! We love you! Being your mama is the best job in the world. Now stop coming into my room at 5:00am every morning!