And then she was Two

No, no, no, No, NO! HOW is this possible? My girl is TWO.

Years.

Old.

Part of me wants to weep for the baby, gone. The other part wants to celebrate the cool little person she is, and all the things to come.

Oh, it hurts. But possibly I am over-tired, since she is teething. So I'll check back in once the day wears on (and I've had a night's sleep).