2 (or Better Late than Never)

Your hand is buried in my hair and your head is resting on my shoulder. You hate it when I sing.
You just told me your best friend is baby Charlotte. She's 4 months old and you love holding her.
You're 2.
You've already mastered the potty and the camera. You're a quick study, sly as a fox just like your Papa.
You're only 2.
You have that rare ability to affect the mood of a crowd. For better or worst, you need us to feel your emotions. I think you get that from me.

I'm sad that you'll never be 2 again
Happy Birthday (better late than never?)