I'm 32 years old, and I have big plans for my life, for my family. I want Harper to grow up with incredible memories of her childhood. I'm not talking about trips to Disney World or the Christmas when we got her a trampoline. I want her to remember those nights when we prayed together, the time she helped Daddy hang her swing in the tree in the backyard, the many nights we spent at the drive-in watching silly movies and eating popcorn, the countless times her daddy and I tell her we love her, the amount of times she's called "beautiful," and the special trips we made to get ice cream for her good behavior.
I have big dreams for this little girl. I have no doubt she will change the world. It may not be recognized by millions, but she's definitely going to change the world. I am not sure why God blessed me with such a well-behaved, gentle, smart, and beautiful little girl, but He did. And I'm so thankful. She's only 4.5 years old, and she's changed my world. I am terrified to think about the things she will face in her future. I pray she loves people, stands up for herself and beliefs, and I pray she loves God. This little girl will move mountains. I just know it.