I will never forget the look on your dad's face when you were born. It was a mix of amazement and disbelief. And I said, "Wait, What? Did I just deliver her?!" (thanks again, epidural) It was all just way too quick and easy. I figured, this kid! She and I are destined the easy road. Although, when it comes to kids, there is really no such thing.
From your very first month, you have been an inexplicable mix of traits. You have always been so happy. You giggle even when your big sister tackles you or dumps water on your head in the tub. But you have always been a feisty one. You want what you want (lots of attention and entertainment) and will not stand for anything less.
We knew you were a strong one from the day we brought you home. And our suspicions were confirmed when you took your first steps at 8 1/2 months. And when you held your own in toy and book tug-of-wars with your big sister. You can thank your dad for that.
I hope that you never lose your infectious giggle, or the way you can find joy in the craziest of places. I also hope you never lose your feistiness. Happy birthday, little one. Even if you are 23 pounds, you are still my little one. And even if you grow taller than me one day, you will still be my little baby.