sometimes i think about the woman i pray ava grows up to be.
i hope that she is smart. i hope that she is kind.
i hope that she is generous and beautiful and strong.
i hope that she grows up to be someone with character and integrity; someone who does the right thing because it is the right thing, even when it is hard.
i hope that she isn't scared to walk alone, because often times doing the right thing isn't popular.
i hope that she never feels defeated or betrayed or alone.
i hope that she finds someone who respects her mind and her body and encourages her to soar.
i hope that she falls in love and that she finds someone who makes her feel safe and at home in his arms.
i hope that she will someday feel the flutter of a baby kicking inside her own body.
i hope that her heart swells to the point of explosion when she meets that baby.
i hope that she will never doubt my love for her; that she will always remember the sleepless nights i spent rocking her, the countless hours she spent attached to my hip, the tears and the bad guys and the ouchies that i kissed away.