Love Is...

Knowing there's nothing to be embarrassed about for being two. All two year olds love Mickey. In fact, Mickey rocks.

Knowing that your family cooked a feast of your favorite things: Hot dogs, grilled corn, cheese dip, watermelon and Nonie's chocolate chip cookies. It's also knowing that they ate it because I love it, even though it gave some of them heartburn.

Knowing that your mom knows exactly what a two year old boy wants. So she gets it. And even pays for it to be overnighted. And when she says things like - "I will never pay that much money to stupid ol' Wal-Mart again" - to dad, when she doesn't think I'm listening, we both know she will.

Knowing that since its a Mickey themed birthday and I'm the guest of honor that I have to wear these ridiculous ears.....

...while she gets to wear this. And look adorable. And I don't even care. Cuz she's my sissy. And I love her. Tiara and all.

And its knowing that when they start to sing the Happy Birthday song, and I get a little timid, that instead of stuffing my hands in my pockets I can hold on to my mom. Because my hand still fits perfectly on her.