We are over the moon.
I keep thinking of all the things I want for my little girl. All the things I hope she becomes, and does, and learns.
I hope she is kind and soft, and yet I hope she is tough.
I hope she has close friendships with other women- with her grandmas, her friends, her sisters (?!) and especially me, her mom.
I hope she likes to read. I hope she understands the importance of education.
I hope she knows that she can be whatever she wants to be. That she can be a doctor or a lawyer or an engineer. I hope she knows that no doors are closed to her because she is a woman.
I hope she makes the boys chase her and I hope she makes the boys wait.
I hope she has an especially close relationship with her dad and trusts him more than any other man in this world. I hope she will be able to go to him with her worries and troubles.
I hope she feels valued and safe in our family and in this world. I hope that she feels like she contribute and make a difference in society, in school, in church.
I hope I'm the first person she tells when she gets her first kiss.
I hope she demands respect from others and doesn't let others talk down to her.
I hope she is thoughtful, kind, considerate, full of charity. I hope she thinks of others.
I hope she will let me paint her fingernails.
I hope she knows how much her Heavenly Father loves her- that she is His daughter and that He will look after her and guide her and help her whenever she needs him.
Those are my hopes for my daughter.