Every day I look at her

 Every day I look at her and hope she becomes everything I’m still learning to be

I hope she’s braver. That she speaks up even when her voice shakes. That she walks away from what doesn’t feel right without needing anyone else’s permission

I hope she’s stronger. That she carries herself with confidence not because life was always kind but because she knows her worth can’t be taken away

I hope she’s more sure of herself than I ever was. That she trusts her gut. That she takes up space without apology. That she never lets the world make her small

I hope she dreams bigger than I ever dared to. Loves deeper even when it hurts. And walks boldly in the calling God placed on her life. Unshaken. Unstoppable. Fully herself

Because if there’s one thing I want for my daughter
It’s for her to rise
Even higher than I did
Even stronger than I ever thought possible

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