Dear Myla

Tomorrow, you turn two. We can't believe how fast that day has come. Its a big day to be sure. Tomorrow we get to stop "adjusting" your age (which will make Grandfather Witulski happy because he could never figure that out anyway) and we get to celebrate how far you have come. Let's face it, your start in this world was not the smoothest. You were never sick, just small, they said, but with one big feisty streak.

You have learned so much in these past two years. You have grown so big and done everything on your own time. All the doctors and therapists you saw were always amazed at what you had overcome. But we always knew you would be fine. Even through those awful eye exams and the monthly RSV shots, you were always strong. (Eyelids of steel, remember?)

And here you are, two years old. You prefer to walk anywhere we go, talk up a storm in whatever language you speak, and even say some pretty clear things. You know what you want that's for sure. But you are a sweetheart. You give hugs and kisses, you love to crawl into bed with your dad first thing in the morning, and your smile and laugh light up a room. You make us laugh every day and continue to amaze us with the things you learn. (Today you said "octopus". What a strange word for you to pick up, but you said it without a second thought.) We watch you as you figure things out - how they work, what they do - before you become a master at it.

Myla, we are so proud to be your parents. We are so blessed to have you in our lives. We are so thankful that you have come through so much without any major problems and are here to light up our hearts. We wish you the happiest birthday with many more bright days to come.


We love you~
Mom and Dad