She'll choose purple even if everyone else chooses pink, because she knows it's ok to be different as long as you're true and happy. Her spirit is so much my own.
She prefers soft, sweet music for driving. She thinks rain is special. She thinks the sun is the most special.
There are so many things I hope she does. I hope she doesn't always over think, like her Mama. But I hope she over thinks sometimes, when it's big. (I'm over thinking that thought).
I know she'll be accepting, and forgiving. But I hope she's not naive. I hope she has the time to make mistakes and figure out who she is rather than be forced to choose who she *needs* to be. Even if she'd make the right choice. I hope she always has as much fun as I do. I hope she has a best friend, who never lets her down. I hope she knows I will love her and stand up for her rights, ideas and decisions, unconditionally. I hope she always matches her hair bows to her socks, no matter what the rest of her outfit looks like, and I hope nobody ever makes fun of her for it.
I hope she is confident.
I hope she always knows that she changed my life for the better.
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