To My Future Daughter

I want you to know that it's okay to not be okay.
I want you to never give up hope, 
even in a time where everything may seem hopeless
and I'll be around as long as possible even when you don't want me to be.
I'll probably capture every single moment you make, 
so I'm sorry if I take a picture of you every year on your birthday up until I can't take them any longer.
I want you to appreciate the small things. 
So cozy up to a warm fire in autumn, 
hold hands and not grudges, 
lay on the floor on a Saturday night and think about everything  that comes across your mind, 
eat cake whenever you can, 
and don't forget to dance in the rain every now and then. 
And take every oppurtunity you can to watch the sunrise, 
the spring flowers bloom, 
and love every sun kissed freckle that shows up in the summer. 
I want you to question mind bending thoughts. 
Not whether the boy in your chemistry class likes you or likes you not, 
so stop picking the petals off the flowers and go ask him yourself. 
I know it'll be scary at the moment, 
but it's not the end of the world if he says no. 
And I understand you'll be scared other times in your life
and you'll be afraid of losing your innocence;
one day you lay down for a nap as a seven year old with messy hair 
who always refuses to take off her fairy wings at bedtime
and wake up as a woman in her 30s. 
But I want you to know that even when you are 30, 
it's okay to come home in the middle of the night and
lay down with me just because you miss me.
There will always be room. 
And if not, 
we can make your dad sleep on the couch. 
And for those days where you don't want to look in the mirror, 
I beg for you to count the stars instead of calories 
and read a book instead of the label on that box
because your self worth is more than an eating disorder will ever be.
And when it comes to love, 
learn to love yourself before you love anyone else.
Break as minimal hearts as possible
and don't be too down on yourself when you get yours broke,
remember that every heart can be mended. 
After all, that's what chocolate, best friends, and ice cream is for. 
And don't worry, there will be a boy that comes along
and when you see him, you'll know. 
I know that might not be helpful, 
but I don't want to spoil the moment. 
Then there'll be a time where I'm not there anymore.
I don't want you to view death as evil, because it's inevitable. 
And you'll cry, and be lonesome, and want to put on a happy face for your own children. 
But there's a reason you have that ring on your left hand, 
so lean on him because that's what that boy is there for. 
But most of all, 
I want you to remember to read the first line of this poem whenever you're feeling down
and know that things will always turn out alright. 
 

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