It seems silly...

But I already worry about my daughter. I worry about what people will tell her. I worry that someone else will get to have momentous firsts with her. I worry about who will try to influence her.

It all seems so silly. And almost ridiculous.

I can't affect any of this, but it tickles my brain in the early morning and latest night. Every once and a while when I'm having these deep thoughts about who she'll spend her time with and where she might end up- she gives me a thump or a bump. Just to let me know she's still there. At least that's what I like to think.