1. i just peeked in on your little slumbering self, snuggled up with your birthday gifts: a small lizard tucked beneath your chin, your gnomish doll clutched loosely in one arm, your giant diego coloring book at your feet. i'm not sure how there's any room left for you to actually sleep, but you seem to be managing just fine.
2. you use words that are taller than you are, sliding them into conversation at whim, and rarely concerned with their proper meanings. (your mother would be proud.)
3. you are an exercise in contrasts: tender and feisty and affectionate and contentious and diffident and ebullient, and i love every last bit of you.
happy birthday, elle. you are some kind of wonderful.