My favorite person turned two years old Friday. That's right, my daughter Joellen has already reached the so-called "terrible twos". Doesn't time fly?
She had a great time at her birthday party Saturday. I never would have dreamed that a two-year-old would be so aware of the occasion. She was ready for the big event for at least a week.
In fact, we were in a local restaurant about a week before her birthday. Just as we were getting up to leave, the wait staff came out singing "Happy Birthday" to a customer in the far corner of the dining room.
Joellen started running toward the festivities yelling, "Me! Me!"
We had to explain, after we caught her, that it was not a party for her. Her time would come later.
It did and she was ecstatic. Perhaps my favorite thing was when she would open a particularly exciting gift she would gasp, then yell, "Momma! Look!"
Everything is exciting when you're two. I'm just glad she shares that excitement with Daniel and I.
