A Letter To My Three-Year-Old Daughter: The Future Is Still Female. It Is You.

By Raakhee Mirchandani for Elle Magazine

My little Satya,

I thought when you woke up this morning we would celebrate with ice cream for breakfast—a sweet treat to toast the new lady President we've been talking about for so many months. 

It was a joy to take you to the polls yesterday, in matching "The Future is Female" shirts, no less—a cheeky little girl-to-girl wink we giggled about all day.

And nothing was more hopeful than inviting your girlfriends and their mamas over for an election night party—an evening of women celebrating girls and the country you were about to inherit. We can listen to as much Beyonce as humanly possible—and you and I sure do test the limits—but to truly know who runs the world, well, you can't just dance to it. You have to see it.