Happy Birthday, Beautiful Girl

We are going out of town for the big birthday celebration, so I'm posting this a day early . . .

To my curly-haired, smart, funny, comet of a kid . . . happy third birthday! Not a day goes by that I don't wonder how I got so lucky. Being your mom is the greatest gift I have ever been given. Even during your 6:18 a.m. daily meltdown, I still feel blessed. From the day I met you at the hospital, I knew you would turn my world upside down. I was so full of love for you, from that very first moment. I just wanted to hold you, breathe you in, and protect you from anything and everything that even hinted at villainy. They say that a mother can muster up enough adrenaline to pull a car off her child. I really think I could do that, but don't test it out, okay?


I love you for all that you are now and for the person you are becoming. So keep on laughing, keep on singing, and keep on "dancing down the street with your suede blue eyes."

Happy birthday!

Comments

radioactivegan said…
What a beautiful girl! Happy birthday!!!
May 2, 2008 at 8:11 AM
Mary said…
Sniff, sniff, sniff..... that is just so touching, so beautiful, so what being a mom really is. I think you being Adriene's mom (and Patrick being her dad of course)was meant to be. I just believe that.;) Happy Birthday pretty girl!!
May 2, 2008 at 12:49 PM
{courtney} said…
I made a slideshow with my May 2005twins and their new (he's not so new anymore) little brother using that same Dan Zanes' song a few months ago. We love Dan Zanes.

I read your blog all the time, and I don't think I've told you...I promise I'm not strange. I just followed the link on babycenter because I knew you were a vegetarian, er go we have too much in common.
May 2, 2008 at 8:10 PM
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