You’ll wake up one morning and skin your knee for the very first time.
You’ll jump into your best friend’s pool in the middle of winter just to feel the cold.
You’ll fall asleep drunk in someone’s backyard on cheap ***** that sticks to your fingers like pancake syrup, and burns like the hell you’ll feel the first time you realize he doesn’t love you back.
Your life will be full of laughter and heartache and temper tantrums from not getting your way at 5 and age 25.
But baby girl, if you’re lucky, and since you’re your mother’s daughter, you will be, your life will be bursting at the seams with all the stars shores and peanut butter cups your little body can hold.
Maybe you’ll grow up and save the world.
Maybe you’ll slam your car door when you leave and break my heart.
Or maybe you’ll be like me, awake at all hours writing down words for someone who doesn’t yet exist.
But no matter which path you choose, know that I’ll always be at the end of it waiting for you with sweets and bandaids in hand.
I’m not sure if I particularly want kids.
But if I’m lucky enough to be chosen as a momma, this one is for you, my love.