I love being a girl mom.
I love it when she comes around the corner with my purse threaded across her body.
I love how she puts her babies down for their nap with the same loving care I show her at bedtime.
I love the dreamy look on her face when she tries on a new princess dress. Even if she can’t take it home.
I love the ballet leotards and tutus. Just because.
I love that she can run, jump, drive pretend tractors and be fierce, all with a fairy dress sticking innocently out of her coat.
I love that I have the gift of raising a strong woman. I love that she reminds me of myself. I love that she wants to be like me. I love that I want to be like her.