Dear daughter of mine,
You ask at each sunrise when you too can wear a crown.
What you see from Barbie and some of the other princesses is not to be the footsteps that you follow. It is not about your hair and your clothes and all about your existence. It is far from the truth of what Miss. Diana will share with you from her distant whispers.
It is the princess that is to serve and has the greatest responsibility of them all.
While you are always yet beautiful, beauty is to merely be a constant reflection of the giving life in your heart.
It is not that we are here to serve you, but it is in your humility and gentle smile that you show you are here to serve all.
Your majestic crown is not given, but is earned. It is not earned with persistent requests for it, but by actions showing you are yet worthy of it.
Though I am a king and your brother a prince, this does not automatically make you a princess. For our titles have been earned through love, sharing, and tears. And you have yet to do the same.
But fret not for we lead by example, and yet will be the day when you shall have your crown, too, little one.
Love,
King Dad