I stare up at the sky, counting stars like I did as a kid.Searching for something to believe in.I’m not drowning anymore.I’m breathing.
I press a kiss into her hair.This girl.This fucking girl.The one who broke me open with nothing but her truth.Who made me believe in something bigger than survival.In a world where love isn’t weakness.
So I hold her tighter.Anchor us to this moment.To this love.To the promise written in every scar we carry.
To the thought of my daughter.
God—it breaks something open in me every time I think it.
I can’t wait to meet her.
To hold her tiny body in my arms and whisper the truth before the world ever gets the chance to lie to her.
To tell her she is enough.That she is powerful.That being herself will always be more than enough.
She’ll never have to bleed to be believed.Never have to fight to earn her worth.I’ll make sure of it.
With Emery by my side, we’ll give her the kind of love that builds instead of breaks.
I want to be the kind of father who doesn’t just protect her, but sees her.
Who listens.
Who makes space for every wild, impossible dream she dares to chase.
She can be soft or sharp, loud or quiet, bold or afraid, and she’ll always be loved.Every single piece of her.We’ll give her the world.And we’ll teach her how to set it on fire if it tries to take anything away.
