To the man who might someday hold my daughter’s heart…
I hope you get to see her.
I hope you get to see the pieces of herself she tucks away from a lot of people because she’s not sure she can trust those people with those pieces.
I hope you get to see the pieces of her we’ve seen at home. The silly pieces. The goofy pieces. The messy pieces. The unguarded, unfiltered pieces.
I hope you get to see the uncertain pieces. The pieces that are unfinished, still under construction. The pieces that show the promise of what might be.
I hope you get to see the pieces that reflect her passions and reveal a part of her that doesn’t come out any other way. The pieces that show what she loves and how that love transforms her.
I hope you get to see the pieces that are scarred and cracked and worn. The pieces that have been through the fire. The pieces that tell stories of battles fought…and won.
I’ve had the privilege of seeing all these pieces of the woman whose heart you now hold. I hope you get to see them, too. Because if you do, you will be on your way to seeing all of her.
And believe me, it will be a beautiful sight.
This post originally appeared at Guilty Chocoholic Mama, published with permission.