Dear Lola Maria,
Today, despite my deepest protests, you turned three years old.
You've been talking about your birthday for months now, asking us at least once a day if it was August yet. I'm not sure you cared much about the gifts or the balloons or the partying -- you just wanted to be able to blow out three candles on your very own pink cupcake.
You are one of the most opinionated people I've ever met, and I work in the news, so I've met my fair share of opinionated people.
I admire the way you stick to your convictions (even though it often makes me want to pull my hair out).
Your fierce independence makes me smile, mostly because it reminds me a lot of my own.
I hope that independent streak empowers you to do and be whatever you set your mind to. I hope it helps you conquer new places, experiences and relationships without fear.
We think you'd make a fantastic attorney, because you can argue/justify your way out of (or into, for that matter) anything.
Your logic makes us laugh as often as it makes us crazy, and we stand amazed at your razor-sharp wit.
No one can make me laugh like my Lola girl.