We've built a pirate ship on the dining room table, we buried treasure, we have a chest full of IBC root beers, and the cake is cooling on the counter. We have swords, gold doubloons, and eye patches. All this pirate craziness is because today is the last day this little man is two years old.Tomorrow Harrison will be three, going on fifteen. The years have flown. My chubby toed, chunky thighed, round cheeked baby is now long, lean, agile, and able. He is a little man more and more in every way. I'm a little sad we have parted ways with his baby and toddlerhood days, but the excitement of seeing what God has in store is far greater! All of us are ecstatic to celebrate this little skinned knee, rough and tumble, pirate tomorrow!