Before hubs and I ever considered having children, he was always wary of the Ides of March. You know, the alleged day when Julius Caesar was stabbed by his best friend, an event predicted by a crazy soothsayer or something. It was a bad luck day for my ever-so-superstitious husband.
And then, our full-of-life, tiny, outgoing baby Sloane was born. On the Ides of March. It became a wonderful day for us, even though I still think John is wary of it. Not because of a stabbing these days, but because it marks the day our little girl gets a year older.
Happiest of birthdays, Sloaney Baloney. You have brought such joy, light, laughter, and craziness to our family. We don't remember life without you. You smile with your whole face, and don't know a stranger. You love your brother, and are daddy's little girl. You've got mama wrapped around your finger as well. You love dress up, shoes, ponies, and baby dolls. You never miss a snack time...heck, if given the chance, you would snack all day long. You are kind to all children, and are sympathetic to anyone who is crying. You are a natural caregiver, and you can dance like a rockstar. We worry about you in your older years. ;) You are a force of nature, and bigger than life.
Happy 2nd birthday, Sloane Elise. We love you more than you could ever imagine.
Blowing out the candles with friends.
Dressed to impress.
Giving mommy some rockstar kisses.