That braid.<3 It still doesn’t seem real. <3
I spent 10 years raising boys, all the while a tiny bit disheartened, because I was so certain I would never have a daughter of my own. <3
Part of me couldn’t help but long to create a Mother/daughter connection, worthy enough to match that of Rory and Lorelai Gilmore.
I longed to sit quietly and braid my daughter’s hair. Hair that would certainly be lovelier than my own. I pictured her lovelier and better than me in every single way possible.
My idealistic INFP self wove these starry-eyed fantasies from the time I was 16 until the time I was 27. I will be 33 in March…and here I am. Rather… here she is. <3
Sometimes I lose myself completely, and stare at her with those same starry-eyes. When I am able to find my bearings, I ask her a simple yet profound question. I ask my daughter if I can braid her lovely hair. <3