Three pounds even (we all know Dr. Paul gave you that quarter ounce by putting his finger on the scale with you) and mad as a wet hen! You were a survivor then, and you are a survivor now.
You have grown into a lovely and talented young lady. Yes, you have your flaws (we all do) and no, you aren't the most reliable speller in the world, but you are intelligent, warm, loving and the very best daughter anyone could ever want.
I hope this year will bring you all the joy in the world, and that you will embrace every new experience with the zest you have shown for so many others. (Except the whole Ohio thing... you didn't embrace that one very well)
I love you.