I just finished building a tall tower with my daughter. She looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, “Mom, will you sit with me and play?” So I did. We stacked and chatted and stacked some more.
She told me all about how she wants to be an astronaut when she’s big. But also a ballerina and a mom. And also maybe a ninja. And probably a . So I told her she can be anything she wants to be when she grows up.
I love listening to her dreams.
But one day—instead of building towers with me, she'll be building a life with you. She’ll be sharing her dreams with you—and then, together, you’ll make them come true.
You will be the person she goes to with those big blue eyes. To encourage her. To inspire her. To lift her up. To dream with.
Right now, I am the moon and the stars to her. And her to me. She looks at me like I’m the smartest, most beautiful, amazing person she’s ever met. (It’s pretty nice, I’m not going to lie.)
But one day, those eyes will shine only for you. You will be her whole solar system.
So when she does, when she finds that love with you, I want you to know…
I’ve raised my baby to be kind, compassionate and confident.
To believe she can do anything and be anything.
To know her worth and to speak up for herself.
To be brave and to understand her power.
To work hard and protect the people she loves.
To be funny and thoughtful and grateful.
To not be afraid of taking up space and to hold a captive audience.
To demand to be heard.
To be honest and fair and hopefully, all around, a good human.
I know you will embrace every bit of her, and treat her like the queen that she is. Because I know in my heart that she will choose another good human to spend her life with.
I hope you inspire each other and will encourage one another to be the best version of yourselves possible.
I am going to love you, too, you know. I promise to get to know you and welcome you into our family with loving arms. To treat you like one of my own.
I’ll be so proud of you both. For loving each other fiercely and passionately. And for creating a relationship based on mutual love and respect.
She often jokes, at 4 years old, that she’s going to “marry Daddy” when she’s a grown up. That won’t happen, because, well… he’s taken. But if she decides to marry you, I will be there for any bit of help you need to navigate the world of wedding planning. I’ll be involved or not involved—whatever you want. (As long as the song ‘Shoop’ goes on your reception playlist, I’m good.)
And let me just ease any worries by saying—whether you two marry or never marry, no matter your gender, race, ethnicity, religion or profession—I will support you. I will love you.
But if you two do decide to marry, I will be breathless—I’m sure—when I see my daughter on her wedding day.
I’ll cry and tell her she’s the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.
I’ll gently help her put her veil on while I remind her how she used to pretend her towel was a veil after bath time when she was little. “I’m a bride like you were, Mommy!” she’d say as she admired herself in the mirror asking for a pair of “princess shoes” (aka high heels).
She is truly out-of-this-world amazing.
She is going to grow into the best woman you’ve ever known.
She is going to be a supportive, loyal partner. And a loving, funny friend.
So when you two fall in love—please treat each other kindly. Have each other’s backs. Never stop believing in each other.