Love, Riley: A letter to my 2 year old self

Look at you, pacifiers clutched in both hands as your feet patter aimlessly amongst the wooden floor of your house. You’re still so innocent, pure and so unaware of evil, don’t let anyone take that away from you.

Your year will be full of accomplishments, from learning the basics of taking care of yourself to realizing that french fries are not yucky because they are yellow. You’ll still cry when you walk on the grass and will fall asleep as soon as you get in the car. The alphabet will become the most heard song in your household and you will develop a touch of OCD. You will become obsessed with Winnie the Pooh and will be able to count to one hundred before the year is over. Basically, you’ll be the average two year old.

Don’t worry about not wanting to sleep during nap time, your parents will love you anyway. Speaking of your parents, you will soon have your first memory. Both of them wrapping their arms around you in a big hug will be the only thing you remember about your two year old life, but that is a good memory to have. You will be the apple of your parents eye, and they will continue to shower you with unconditional love and give you the best that they can. Oh, how 17-year-old you wishes she could go back to those days.

Later this year, your parents will give you the best birthday present of your life, a little sister that will become your best friend. Your little sister’s name will be Reagan, and she will look up to you more than you will ever know. Don’t get annoyed when she follows you around. Later in life, when you are about to go away to college, you won’t be able to imagine life without her.

Continue to have a love for learning, play dress up with your little sister, hug your parents tight, and don’t ever curb your curiosity.