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Personal Narrative: A Letter To My Daughter

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Note P To my daughter paisley My daughter! Wow, I never in a million years would have thought of saying those words. Having a daughter after two boys was going to be an amazing feeling. It’s crazy how in a moments notice life changes so suddenly. You have two older brothers named Copper and Zane that are ornery as ever but also shows their loving and kind spirit so much and a beautiful momma that loves you unconditionally and would give her life for any of us. When your momma first told me that we was expecting again my heart grew about ten times the normal size. I was overwhelmed with happiness and secretly I was hoping that you turned out to be a girl. When mommas belly began to grow the excitement also grew. It became even more real in knowing that we would get to meet you after a few more months of pregnancy. Every time your momma would move a certain way I could only imagine you being rocked to sleep inside her as you were cuddled up with a big smile. It was so cool to see pregnancy again and how your momma knows so much about it. We decided to not find out the gender until you …show more content…

I looked into the distance and seen you in a white dress with blonde curly hair with a big yellow bow running towards me. You couldn’t have been older then 4-5. When you came closer to me you put your hand out and took mine and said, “Let’s Dance”. We danced in that field as if no one in the world was looking. Your smile was of pure joy and was breath taking. You looked so much like your momma. It felt so real and I can feel your hands still. I woke up and was trying desperately to go back to sleep to see you again to no avail. Every since that dream I have tried to duplicate it by thinking about you every night before bed. I have prayed to God asking him to let me see you at least in my dreams again although I haven’t been lucky enough

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