I have sat here for 30 minutes already trying to pen the perfect Birthday Letter for you. I tried to do the mushy thing. While I am astounded that it has already been three years since you were born, mushy just does not fit your personality. You have never been one for overt emotions. Yes, you are affectionate, but mostly you like to be rough and tumble. You would much rather be playing something physical than babying a doll. It is just your personality.
Although you frustrate me to no end, you make me laugh. I mean seriously laugh. You do things that make me want to rip my hair out. Then I think about the process that went through your little head when you were perpetrating your crime and it always has me in a fit of giggles when you aren't looking. Turning on the lights after you were already put in bed? Did you really think you would get away with that?
I have to say I sincerely believe that when you are a grown woman you will be a force to be reckoned with. As fiercely independent as you are now, I can't see you being any other way. Quick tempered, but just as quick to apologise when you are wrong. You just make me proud. I love you. I am so glad that I am your mom. Happy Birthday.