three.

I was so nervous when they told me you were a girl.

A girl!

How would I do it?

Dress you?

Do your hair? (gulp)

Teach you?

What do girls play with?

I was afraid I was going to really mess you up!

But look at you.

Growing.

Three!

You love to twirl in the fluffiest of dresses,

but at the same time, you can make the biggest grossest mess I have ever seen!

You love to dance and sing at the top of your lungs,

but you can hold your own in a heated wrestling match with your brother.

You have taught me more than I will probably ever teach you.

And I think you turned out perfect.

happy three.