Wow, you are growing up. You are changing from a crazy two year old into a delightful three year old. And I love it. I love you.
When you wake up in the morning it's usually a joyful experience. Your hair does something crazy against your pillow all night and you have an enormous fuzz ball at the back of your cute little head. It definitely means you slept well.
You love to suck your thumb and stick your finger in your belly button. It's your safe place, your security. I see you go for it when you are in a new situation or when you're getting tired or insecure. You love your little thumb in general. So much so that your teeth are starting to shift around it. This habit needs to be stopped so that we don't pay $10,000 in orthodontia in the future.
Did you know that you have the most beautiful eyes? I love them. They are almond shaped and mysterious. So many times when I look at your china doll face with your perfect round cheeks I just want to kiss them.
I'm sorry I don't always do a very good job at cutting your bangs. I know sometimes they are slightly uneven, but I try. Maybe by the time you start to care then I will be better. You also wiggle a lot when I'm trying to cut them, so maybe I'm not fully to blame.
Aria, you are a treasure to me. Happy Birthday my love.