Dear Daughters
/The girl that was alive on this warm winter-turning-into-spring day, the girl that felt light and free, the girl that laughed uncontrollably, the girl that sighed happily, the girl that felt the cool muddy grass between her toes while she twirled in the sun?
I beg you, please do not let her ever grow up.
She is the part of you and the part of me that I love the most.