Dear daughter,
I know this may seem strange, but I knew you were a girl since I first found out I was pregnant with you. I knew because I prayed to God for three months for a baby girl to come into my life. I knew because I trusted Him.
Daughter, I felt you in my womb. I saw you dance in my womb. I felt you kick, hit, and hiccup. I saw you develop and grow. I constantly worried about you and if you were okay in there. I prayed for you relentlessly.
Daughter, the day you were born I was flooded with bliss, joy, love, and gratefulness. You came out so perfectly. This also, may seem strange, but your head was perfectly round, your skin flawless. You were impeccable. My pregnancy with you was not the easiest, so to hold you in my arms, to feel your warm skin on mine was the absolute superlative feeling in this world. You were safe. You were with me. Although, you were with me the entire time, now I could see you, hold you and take care of you.
Daughter, as you grow I wonder how time keeps flying by. How can I slow it down? I cannot, but I can give you all of my love. I can hold your hand for as long as you want me to.
Daughter, I aspire for you to grow up and know your worth, value, and strength. I want you to know that you are enormously loved and admired. I want you to shoot for the stars and beyond. Be the best YOU can be in this world. Follow your heart, protect your heart, and do what makes you happy. Do not be afraid of change, seek guidance, pray. Do not be afraid to make mistakes. Sometimes that is how we learn best. I am your mother, daughter, so never be afraid to talk to me. My ears and my heart are always open to you.
Dear daughter, I love you.






















