Three years ago today, a nice lady placed a red-faced, screaming baby in my arms for the very first time. I looked down to see your face and whispered, “Hi baby, I’m your mommy. You were in my belly for almost ten months. I’m so happy to meet you…”
Even at such a young age, you’re already a charmer and have the rare ability to cheer up those around you without even trying.
I love you for your exuberance and spirit. Your frilliness and silliness.
I love you for your courage and determination.
And most of all, I love you for being you. Because there is no other just like you, and you’re the perfect version of my youngest daughter.
Happy birthday, my love. I wish you love, health, and happiness. I wish you faith, hope, and a desire for God. I wish you all the things that only a mother can foresee and fancy. Thank you for coming into my life.