Everyone prepares you for the feelings that accompany your child's first birthday, but no one prepares you for the emotional tidal wave that hits on their second. Or at least no one warned me.
My daughter turned two on Friday, and amidst the celebrations and fanfare, I found myself in tears nearly every day leading up to her actual birthday. I don't remember feeling this way when she turned one. When we made it to her first birthday, I truly celebrated not only her first year of life, but my first year of motherhood. We each accomplished so many milestones—one year of breastfeeding, one year of sleepless nights, one year of learning about each other and our new dynamic as a family of three. The first smile, the first laugh; her first steps and first words. So many firsts, so many mile markers to commemorate the time.
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