At nineteen, I started my first real office job and I was the youngest employee at the time. I was also possibly a little wide blue-eyed and naive (oh, and blond back then). I can still hear, my co-worker, Mark C.'s voice in the back of mind (I'll admit almost 20 years ago) first labeling me (affectionately, I like to think) "Cindy Lou Who, who was no more than two".
Well, now my little girl turned two on Labor Day and I think of Cindy Lou Who (the animated one, I haven't seen the new version) when I look at her. Josie is getting so big, but I promise to smell the roses and savor her second year. Two is my favorite age (every age is wonderful, but there is just something amazing about two).