
I want my daughter to grow up strong willed, confident, and regal. I want her to know that she can stand equal next to her mate, comfort her children, and have a successful career – if this is her choice. I want her to know that she may fail, but that she can get up the next day and try again.
But I also want her to know what an honor it is to be a woman. To bring life into this world, and grace the earth with her presence. I want her spray a bit of perfume on her neck so that when she hugs someone, the last thing they will remember is her scent when they pull away. I want her to treat her body as the temple that is, and demand the same from others. I want her to feel comfortable in a long, flowing dress in Tuscany and confident in a suit with heels in New York City.
Above all, I want to give her the grace of my style, and for her to see the strength in her character. I want her to know that she came from a long line of strong, beautiful women – who took pride in being the back bone of their family, but also took pride in being a feminine.
Simply put, I love being a woman.
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