For my Daughter on her First Birthday


I am going to miss this year.

When you’re too heavy to carry and taller than me. When you’re too old for kisses and when you decide to hate me.

I will miss this. 

But I will find endless joy in every stage. Watching you discover the world. Watching you become you.

And I want you to know that I will always love you. Gender, sexuality, religion. There are no conditions.

And you will always be beautiful. No matter the weight you do or don’t carry. No matter the scars life etches into your skin.

I say this now. I write it down and I do so publicly so that some day you might believe me. I promise you this. Even before you can understand my words, I promise you this.

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