Every time I look at her

 Every time I look at her, I’m reminded of who I want to be.

I want her to use her voice, even when it shakes.
To walk away from what doesn’t feel right without second-guessing.

I want her to know her worth so deeply that nothing can take it from her.

I want her to trust herself, to take up space without apology, to never let this world shrink her.

I want her to dream beyond what I ever allowed myself to.
To love harder, to rise higher, to live bolder.

Because if there’s one thing I pray over her life,
It’s that she grows into everything I couldn’t yet be.
Unshaken.
Unstoppable.
Fully herself.

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