You are three. Magically, energetically, gloriously three.
You are sunshine and laughs and tantrums and bossiness.
You are coloring and tea parties and dress-up and Barney.
You are rocking before bed and snuggles in the morning.
You are singing and dancing and painting and reading.
This is what I want you to know.
I love you more today than the day before.
I love your wild hair and wild ways.
I love your spunk and attitude and your know-what-you-wantness.
I love how you love me.
I love how you forgive in the blink of an eye.
I love your spirit and your spark and your shine. Don't let anyone dull that, OK? You are a fierce, independent soul. Don't let the world diminish your glow.
I can already see you are a tough one; a force to be reckoned with. Use your power for good; stand up for what you believe in; shine in the sun; don't let others shadows fall on you.
You are a helper. Don't ever stop helping. The world always needs more helpers, and it starts at home.
And last, stay happy; be happy; and don't ever stop smiling. Your smile is contagious and everyone around you is happier for knowing you.
Happy three, baby. Mama loves you.
P.S. Her birthday was yesterday, but she still thinks it's her birthday today because we all exclaimed, "Happy Earth Day!" to each other this morning...