Dear Mina,
You're growing too fast. You're growing too soon. Haven't I asked you repeatedly, with plenty of pleases to please stay my baby a little while longer? Why must you break Mommy's heart so soon. You're running toward the Two's with open arms, a glint in your eye and a Wheee! to accompany it. I don't like it. Pause a little, sit here on Mommy's lap. There, was that so bad.
Oh dear, there you go again.
Tonight I told you two bedtime stories. Not one I read from a book, but one I made up myself. The lead character was Mina of course, and in both stories she was fighting Moomoos (monsters)and winning because she is tough and strong. I cradled you in my arms and you looked up at me with wide eyes, but with no grin. Just a very serious look, like you understood every word I said. And you did because you're so smart.
Daddy will be home in a month or so. He's gonna have his socks knocked off by how cute and adorable, and smart you are. I have never met a baby as charming a you and that is God's honest truth.
A baby. Soon to be a toddler. No hurry, ok? No hurry. Sit on my lap, in my arms and I'll tell you more stories.