I am still amazed that you exist. I know it's been two years now, but you are still every ounce a miracle as the day that you were born, which remains to this very day, just at the right time. I cried when you were born, half knowing that while someone else was breaking my heart, the love you brought into the world would more than make up for that.
Some people say that watching children learn is the most remarkable thing. While I agree, my favorite thing to watch you do is be surprised. You bring a whole new meaning to "wonder and awe." I've watched your jaw drop at the page of a pop-up book, and heard you exclaim "wow" on Christmas Day. And the excitement on your face when you saw a real sea turtle after reading about them for months? Seeing that moment will hold me over on good thoughts for more than a few weeks.
May you revere nature, love and faith above all things, because they are the most powerful and mysterious elements that exist. May you constantly wonder and dream about them, because imagination is one of the greatest dying arts in the world today. Same goes for respect, but in a few years I'll play you a song by Aretha, and you'll get it, because by then you'll know how to spell.
But above all, no matter how isolated or surrounded you are by others, may you know that you are never, ever, alone. May you never be crippled by the thoughts that you can't achieve anything that you want to, because no matter how much the world changes, anything is possible if you are open to the possibility of everything.
Happy Birthday, littlest one. You are love. You are loved.