Toddlers get such a bad rap, deservedly so no doubt. We've had our share of chaos the last couple of days. The days weren't "terrible" ones, and the fact that The Sheriff is two had little to do with the tough times we all endured. Mostly, he's a boy; he's active; he's rough; he moves without caution. Everyone is ok, but this momma knows for sure that W's guardian angel exists.
Just for today I want to clear the name of toddlers everywhere to remind me that yes, they might be two, but that also means that:
They are the world's cutest and most willing helpers with yard work
They know what it means to be held and allow themselves to be
They know who makes them smile
They sometimes look far too grown up and make us pinch ourselves and appreciate the now
They are happiness bottled in a tiny frame
They show beauty in simplicity
They are silly in ways that make us appreciate youth
They are passionate about their interests
Thanks J for allowing me to steal all of your Instagrams!