06/19/2026
I hope that my daughters know how truly loved they are.
That they feel it in the small moments—the bedtime stories, the packed lunches, the kisses on the booboos, and the countless ways I show up each day.
I hope they know that my love is not measured by perfection, but by presence. That even on the days when I am tired, uncertain, or stretched thin, my heart is always with them.
I hope they grow up knowing they are worthy exactly as they are—brave, beautiful, capable, and deeply cherished.
And when life feels difficult, I hope they remember that they were loved long before they knew how to ask for it, and that there will always be a place where they belong: safely held in my heart. ❤️