Tessieboo,
My crazy-beautiful girl with the evil little laugh;
who eats like a horse and is built like a bird;
who has been known to devour a bag of Cheetos in less than a blink and not to mention her fair share of drywall;
the hoarder and hider off bright objects ie. cameras, iPods, cellphones;
the destroyer of countless shoes and toilet plungers;
the only person who can get her father to sit down for a tea-party in full accompanying tea-party-attire;
she who runs out of the house in the morning to give her bare toes a mud bath, EVERY morning;
you who just couldn't wait and was almost born in a Tim Horton's drive-thru;
you whose fingers - if aren't in electrical sockets - are up her perfect little nose;
who sneaks into my bed at night stealthier than a ninja;
who can sleep through an apocalypse because she snores louder than an apocalypse;
you who make giving a bath to a jacked-up orangutan seem easy in comparison ... and less hairy;
...
who still smells like a baby;
and who hugs me like she hasn't seen me in years when I pick her up from daycare;
and smiles a sleepy smile if you wake up next to me;
and whispers bedtime stories to your dollies;
and sings your little sister to sleep,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY.
I. LOVE. YOU.