I have a 2 year old

How is this possible?  I mean, I know how its possible, but where did the time go?  I am thirty-eight years old and I have a two year old.  Our sweet baby boy turns two today.  Please Lord, let him be the exception to the rule, and let one be the obnoxious ones, instead of the terrible twos!
This past year, you learned to walk, but didn't stop there, you ran and ran and ran.  You had to have tubes put in your ears for reoccurring earaches.  You still don't talk much, but you communicate very well.  Your favorite words are PawPaw, juice, toast, shoes, go, car, truck, Bella, Mama, Daddy, Sister, and Pillow.  Your favorite toys are balls, trucks, markers, and playing in your kitchen with Bella.  You are the biggest helper.  You enjoy cleaning up, making bigger messes, unloading the dishwasher, setting the table, making Mommy and Daddy's bed, making your bed, and the clean-up song.  You want to do everything your sisters do, and everything your baby brother gets.  You have a hard time when Mommy holds baby, but you love him so much.  Every time you see him you run to give him kisses.  You love to give out hugs, and tell everyone bye whenever you leave a room.  And you love to "go" in the "car with your "shoes".
We love you so much big brother.  We are so glad God  had bigger plans for our lives when he gave us you.  You bring so much character, joy, and love to our family.  Happy Birthday Read.