Twenty-one years ago I gave birth to my daughter. She is beautiful, creative and intelligent. She is my daughter, my friend and my confidant. I find myself telling her things I tell no one else and things I shouldn’t tell her at all. With no effort or coaching from me (that I am aware of) she has become an extraordinary person.

I can only hope that she continues on the path she is now forging. I hope that she does in life what she loves to do. I want her to work at her passion. She is creative and artistic. I hope she can use these talents to support herself in life.

I hope that she can find someone who loves and works with her, not against her. I hope he worships and appreciates her and that they are best friends first. I hope that he enhances her and does not tear her down.

To My Daughter: I hope that you become a happy, accomplished, successful woman.

I love you.