Ssssssstttttrrrrreeeeetttttccccchhhhhhh! Waking up to mommy and daddy singing.
I loved celebrating your birthday and making you feel so special, Ava, because you are! We had a fun-filled day and you are just my sweet little angel face!

A sudy, wudsy bubble girl,
A teeter-totter toddling girl,
An "I can do it!" waddling girl,
A wrapped-in-cotton-swaddling girl,
Whose diapers started to unfurl.
Once there was a feeding girl...
While-mom-and-dad-were-reading girl,
A nice-big-spoonful-munching girl,
A drippy, milky, crunching girl,
Who stirred her breakfast with a swirl.
Once there was a running girl...
An in-the-rain-and-sunning girl,
A racing -through-the-thickets girl,
A chasing-bugs-and-crickets girl,
Who loved to dash and dart and whirl. 
Once there was a swinging girl...
A try-to-reach-the-rooftops girl,
A love-to-feel-the-raindrops girl,
Whose [short blonde] hair would spring and curl.
Once there was a dancing girl...
A stomping, bomping, prancing girl,
As-far-as-she-could-see-top girl,
A lovely-place-for-snacking girl,
A nothing-here-is-lacking girl,
Who made the branches bend and curl.
Who-always-kept-us-guessing girl,
A-fancy-hat-and-sundress girl,
A flashing, dashing, fun-dress girl,
Whose face was just like a precious pearl.

Soon you'll be my older girl,
A taller-than-my-shoulder girl,
An "I can do it!" older girl,
A bigger, braver, bolder girl.
...You'll always be my tummy girl.