Dear Balin,

Happy second birthday. It was a peaceful day, with only three friends over. Their older siblings had been banished to play mini-golf with the dads. I had brought the outdoor yard toys inside for you and your friends to play with. They had a blast, especially with the slide.

Lunch was simple: fruit, quiche, and cake. Your friend Slate enjoyed the berries. Everything was gluten-free because we wanted to make sure that our friend Hillary could eat, too. The cake was pretty good for having garbanzo beans in it.

You loved the stickers and noisemaker best from your pal Sage. It's a pity we won't be able to take the noisemaker to Wisconsin with us.

You've grown so much, my sweet baby. You still don't vocalize much, but you know your signs and communicate well. I look forward to hearing your voice when you finally do speak.

Love, Mommy

Blessed be.






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