Dear Future Daughter

If i had a daughter this is what i would tell her. You know thore days where it seems like the rain soaks into your little red rain boots on purpose, and it just feels like you are being followed by a rain cloud, those are the days where, you, take that rain cloud and throw it over to the sun, where the sun will burn it, that time where you, take off your rainboots and dump the water out, those days where you pick a flower and realize what an amazing world this is. There is nothing like it.