Dear daughter of mine, this is what I want you to know:
I want you to grow up knowing that you are beautiful, just like every other person in this world. I also want you to realize that appearance doesn’t actually matter in the grand scheme of things. Let your beauty be in your love.
I want you to know that you are going to hear so many messages in life telling you you’re incomplete. They are lying.
I want you to understand that, even though your mommy is a bad example, insecurities are not an integral part of being a woman.
I want you to always remember that you are loved, not just by your family, but by the God of the universe.
I want you to believe that giving really is better than receiving.
I want you to know that some boy might end up breaking your heart in the future. Run to God for comfort first. I’m perfectly willing to be second in line.
I also want you to know that your daddy is a great example of what to look for in a loving man, when you’re ready to open your heart again.
I want you to know that when you get your driver’s license, I will expect you to check in with me every ten minutes. That should be temporary.
I want you to know that as my belly expands with this new baby, so does my heart. I am incapable of loving you any less than I already do. Even with your epic tantrums.
You are loved. I’ve already said that, but it needs to be repeated and remembered every day. You. Are. Loved.
*Sorry for the silence here the past week! Mornings filled with nausea, and evenings with work have kept me otherwise occupied. I've also been contemplating the direction I want this little blog to go. I haven't quite figured that out yet, but when I do, I'll be sure to let you know!*