There are days when I am not very proud of myself. When I am not the best mother that I could be. When I am not patient enough, or gentle enough, or sweet enough, or receptive enough. Days when I don't understand. Days when I don't walk slow enough. Days when I don't stop running to let you just look.
Days when I should stop doing whatever I'm doing that's so terribly important and just hold your hand and tell you that you are the most fantastic, wonderous, beautiful, funny, imaginative, smart, courageous, and sweet 2-year-old that I know.
But know this: I love you. And I will always always always try harder tomorrow.