You positively know your own mind and aren't afraid to speak it.
But you are still shy around others.
You won't let me play loud music when I drop you off out of embarrassment.
But you'll let me call you baby girl on your way out the door.
You love roasted broccoli and asparagus.
But hate guacamole.
You live for sparkles and bows.
But prefer horseplay with the boys over gossip with the girls.
You are acutely perceptive and know more than people realize.
Your feelings are easily bruised, but you forgive quickly.
You are so very loud in almost everything you do.
You still love to hold my hand.
You want to be both a sharkologist and hip hop dancer.
You make me strive to be better.
Happy Birthday, my baby girl. May you forever believe that you can do anything you want, because I truly believe you can.
all my love,
Mama
