My Dearest Blair,
Three years, baby girl. Three years that you have kept us on our toes and kept us laughing. For several months over this past year I found myself complaining to your father about your intense assertion of independence. No one can help you with anything and you try at something until you are upset, frustrated and on the floor. It makes for rushing out the door impossible and public arguments between you and I constant. However, while I know it is a struggle right now because of your age, my hope is that you hold on to that independent flair because it will serve you so well when you are older.
Blair, your personality lights up a room. Remember as you get older, never let that light dim or hide it away from others. It is a gift and one that will serve you well throughout your life. Watching you grow has been such a joy for your father and I. I will admit that it has been bitter sweet at times knowing you are our last, but I couldn’t think of a sweeter note to end that season of our life on.
You are headstrong, opinionated and have enough spunk for twenty three-year-olds… go easy on me during the teenage phase, ok?
We all love you more than words could ever express, Blair. Happiest of birthdays and may all of your wishes come true.
With every piece of me and more…