Two.

When she stands still long enough, and if you could see through my eyes when I look deep into her Azure-eggshell eyes, well, you’d get the Fear as well.

If you’ve ever been confronted with a fence of the electric variety and said to yourself, “hey (!) I don’t believe that electric fence is hot. Nope. One hundred percent sure that it’s off. I couldn’t be any more certain about anything.” Then, WHAMMO!!! Your insides are thrown around like eggs on a Waffle House griddle. Smothered and Covered.

That’s how it feels to get these glimpses of her. These brief, overexposed Polaroid views of what is to come. Perhaps.

And sometimes, it feels like I’ve found myself in the Ring with the legendary Mr. Rick Flair. And since I have no idea how to Wrestle, or protect myself at all for that matter, he thrashes me soundly. Oh I get in a few good shots and my Suplex was fantastic. But, sadly, Mr. Flair, with the aid of the frothing crowd, drops that massive leg on my chest in true “finishing move” fashion. And, and, so to drive the Point home, Mr. Flair grabs me by the ears and howls his trademark “Whoooooooooo!!!!” right in my lifeless face.

Yea. That’s how she rolls. That’s what gives me the Fear.

Also, the Pride and love that I have never known before nor ever will again. Ever.

She is so very full of Greatness. Her small frame echoes the Words before there was Time and her energy sends ripples into space and creates Something from the vast Nothingness. She has the Voodoo. The mojo.

These glimpses are in short burst, striking with Bold colors and feverish pace, so, I cannot, with any clarity foretell her future. What fun would that be anyway, I ask you? From what I gather from my muzzle flash glimpses, She will be Happy, and Gentle, and Kind. She will bring the Flame and the Light with her wherever she goes. She will share. She will be the first with a smile and possibly Jazz Hands. Or a tear. She will rip the skies open and drink the rivers dry. She will chase rainbows and find their End. She will, while laughing and Dancing, give away the Gold.

Small flashes of her with that “trademark” shit eating grin. And colors. Always a kaleidoscope of colors.

Worry will not weigh on her.

She is 1/3 of my three Favorite things. She gives me the Wink and the Gun, the Atomic Elbow, and she can get her groove on like Walken in that Fatboy Slim video - Weapon of Choice. She’s a connoisseur of cheese and she loves to put her tiny, sausage of an index finger into my pint glass. She prefers a crisp, malty, well-balanced characteristic. She eats her veggies.

She has no idea of her Greatness.

And, today……. She is Two.

Mommas, lock up your Sons.

Happy Birthday, Tater. * wink and gun *

Love,

Dad.

-word.