My beautiful baby boy turned two today… it’s amazing to think that two years, eight hours and fifty-some minutes ago (yes, Jakob was born at exactly midnight), I was holding this brand-new baby boy in my arms for the first time. I remember having him home that first week and carrying him in the crook of my arm. Now, he’s the big personality filled little boy who still loves being carried, but it takes a little more work to pick him up.

Who knows… maybe some day, he’ll be scrolling back through his daddy’s blog entries and find this one. If he does…

Jakob, I love you with each passing day that I know you. You are a miracle to me every day, and I love you more than you’ll ever know.

(and hey, enjoy the pictures from the party!)