Love Letter to a Daughter

Sometimes I think an alien being lives in my house. An alien being who raids my closet, yet complains she has nothing to wear; a person who has curlier hair than mine, but whose locks exhibit a beautiful auburn tint like my grandmother's did; A young lady who is concerned with bad hair days and makeup. A mom who worries about her first born growing up too fast. How did we get here?

It all started so simply...

Then came your first pocketbook...

The dollhouse that I played with as a child...


One of our many vacations at the Outer Banks...


Pigtails...


Becoming a big sister...


Surprising me when you didn't like something that I enjoyed so much...



Learning what you love...


Exploring the world away from your home....


And developing roots to remind you about the things that are most important.

Now you are taller than I and possess your own specific talents and opinions. You read non-stop and have hair like mine, but you swim and play soccer like your dad.


Now instead of Barbies and doll houses, we share music and book recommendations. I am thankful that you share your thoughts with me. It is hard to believe that in eleven more years you will be on your own. I pray that you will make wise decisions regarding your future and know that one day it will take a special man to fully appreciate your spirited personality. I realize that you think you can take care of yourself, but, if it's okay with you, I'd like to help you out a little while longer. Please know that I'll always love and support you, even when you make mistakes or decisions that I may not necessarily agree with. I will always be here to hold you, hug you, and listen to you.


May God bless and protect you, my daughter, my first born.

Love,
Mom