Daughters

This Girl

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Just yesterday I held her on my chest for the very first time. I heard her soft whimper and my heart fell right into hers, never to be separated again. She has grown so much, and with each passing day, I with her. I often wonder what her future will hold. Where life will take her. If we will always be good friends.

Best friends. I want to be her best friend.

Today, she wants to be just like me. And I watch her eyes, forever looking for my praise and approval. Today we dance.

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I often find my heart still collapsing right into her. It is in the way she smiles up at me. How her voice gets louder and more emphatic when she is telling me something “very important.” She often wakes up and simply sits next to me for a long time, feeling the need for nothing more than to simply be together. And I melt.

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I remember the first time we met like it was yesterday. That moment when my life, in an instant, came crashing down into one purpose: her.

I thought on that day that there could be no greater love. But I was wrong. I love her more now than ever before. And somehow tomorrow I will love her even stronger still.

My forever sunshine of a cloudy day.

My daughter.

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5 thoughts on “This Girl

  1. I know just how you feel. I often feel paralyzed with love for both my kids, but my daughter was my first! Right now she wants to be a mommy when she grows up because “mommies get to cuddle the baby and put the baby to bed” so we’ve actually been including her in some of those activities. i know over time she’ll grow out of this phase (as she should – she should want to be a million things!) but I’m glad i make being a mom look like something fun and happy – because it is!

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