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Jordyn blows out the birthday candle on her 2nd birthday.

Dear Jordyn,

Happy 2nd birthday my beautiful little girl. It is hard to imagine what life was like without you here – like your brother, you have filled it with such love, excitement, and meaning. It’s crazy to think that it has been two years since we held you in our arms at Misericordia Hospital, and your brother Braeden came in to meet you. You squeezed his finger with your little hand right away, and you won him over instantly.

You are a girly girl. You love tea sets and fancy dresses, beads and toenail polish. Of course, when you’re all dressed up, you love to pull that dress right over your head! You prefer kittens and babies to cars and balls, in spite of the fact we only had boy toys for you at first.

You and your brother have the sweetest, strongest relationship. If you’re upset, nobody can take Mom’s place, other than Braeden. You love to sit in his lap, follow him around, and laugh at his every joke. He would do anything for you – giving you toys he was playing with or hurrying to your side when you are upset. The other day, as you two cuddled and watched Lady and the Tramp, you looked up at Braeden and said “Braeden, I love you forever, ever ever.” Your dad and I nearly cried! You call him “my Braeden” and he treats you like a princess.

All dressed up for her birthday celebrations.

You are so easy in some ways! You slept through the night right away, and potty trained yourself at 17 months. So yes, on one side you are a sweet little blond girl, with innocent blue eyes and the ability to melt people’s hearts. You love cuddles and songs, and are a little angel, but… you are also a firecracker! (Your dad called you that one day, and it fits!) You have passion that is so intense – shown in an ecstatic laugh or an angry shout. You tell people what you think. Today at the grocery store, a man said “It’s your birthday, you must have turned 2!” You said: “Did not! Liar, liar, pants on fire!” For the record, I did NOT teach you that!
You have spunk – rocking out while singing Honky Tonk man is a regular occurence for you, and you sing all day long: in bed, when you wake, in the night… and life is never dull when you are around. You make messes so quickly, you climb counters and bookshelves, and you dump things out of cupboards. When I tell you “no” you not only question me, but try harder the next time. You have strong willpower and amazing strength and confidence that I see in you already.
I can’t believe it’s come already, but happy happy birthday to my spunky little 2 year old, who loves singing and dancing, usually has a dress over her head, and already knows how to get the men in her life: Daddy and Braeden, to do her bidding with a cuddle and a kiss. You are trouble my dear, but in the very best way. 🙂
 xoxo Love Mom