2 years old.

I’m so glad I get to be her mom. She’s fun, vibrant, soft, lovely, smiley, huggable, and oh so sweet — just to name a few. My little girl turned two years old on Christmas Day. These past two years have really flown by. When Greg and I reflect on it, we just smile, because she really truly just brings a smile to our faces whenever we think of her.

The last time I officially photographed her, she was 18 months old. Wow, has she changed in a short 6 months span. It was so much easier to take her picture this time around. She sat silently as I adjusted my camera. She waited patiently and did what I asked her to do. My, my, my — she really is becoming this mature little person whom I love and cherish.

And she talks SOOO much now. She asks questions, and gives smart little answers. Last week I asked her to hand me a doll that she was holding onto — it was one of those irritating kinda toys that you just want to hide. And Dhara responded with a, “Can I please leave it in my hand?” Another time, Greg got hurt, and she walked up to him, put her hand on his leg, closed her eyes, and prayed, “Bless Daddy who got the bonkey.” [A “bonkey” being an ouchy]. Another time, we were at family prayer, and we asked her what song she would like to sing, and she responded with, “Old MacDonald.”

For Christmas this year, Greg’s mom presented Dhara with an ID bracelet that was given to baby Greg by his grandfather who was living in Saudi Arabia at the time. Here is Dhara admiring the petite gold bracelet handed down to her from her great-grandfather Jack.