A Two Year Old

There's a two year old who walks these halls.
A two year old who tests the strength of the construction of our house with the volume her lungs project.
Who runs on the tile and occassionally slips when her socks do not provide enough grip.
A little lady who twirls on the rugs and asks to play "Rosies" no less than 15 times a day.
There is a two year old who has spilled milk and stained our couch with yogurt covered handprints.
A two year old who adores her dog and tells strangers all day how "Ralphie is good boy dog too".
Who hides her toys in cabinets and four hours later recalls exactly where they were.
A little lady who emphasizes "I do it myself" and insists to start at the beginning if you try to help at any point along the way.
There's a two year old who tries to stretch bedtime by asking "I watch Mickey?" "Read books, mom?" "Dad, lay down." and the sweetest diversion of all "More kisses, Daddy."
A two year old who asks for time out and prefers to eat her meals alone in the time out room behind closed doors.
Who calls her dad, Daddy Boy.
A little lady who tells her Momma to "Holda Me".
There's a two year old who is strong-willed but sensitive.
A two year old who shows so much empathy it makes me want to be a more caring person.
Who loves to snuggle and tell you how she's "cozy".
A little lady who is perfectly mine.
There's a two year old in this house that is mine. All mine.