the last night of being two.

i want to remember what she looked like on her very last night of being two. 

i want to remember how when we asked how old she was, she would reply: big.

i want to remember how she counts to five, but skips four.

i want to remember how she still asks me to hold her like a baby when she is sleepy.

i want to remember how wild and crazy her hair looks in the morning.

i want to remember how she still sleeps right next to mommy or daddy. still in our bed. still needing to touch us. just like when she was a tiny little baby.

i love you ava.