Letter to my two year old son (on his 2nd birthday)
Dear Rishon, It has been the most amazing two years watching you grow. So, here we are , another year later —this second year is so much different than the first. Writing to you and for you each year is a dear task for me because I want you to read it when its about time for you to do so. I want you to know we have evolved together with love in every step of your life. By the time you turned one, you were pretty walking, much less doing more than army crawling. But you loved to sleep the most; you could have brought home a gold medal if sleeping has been a competition. What hasn’t changed? You are still the most musical kid I’ve ever known. You go to sleep singing, and you wake up singing—not that we understand 50 percent of what your lyric contains. Your level of excitement is like nothing I have ever witnessed. When you get excited about something—like your kinder joy, which you eat every other day—you squeal with joy, as if it's...