Scanning blank pages on this new morning. White space to fill—not mine, but my daughter’s. This new life which has yet to be lived; days and milestones yet to be celebrated.
Moments yet to be realized and treasured.
A brand new start, for something that hasn’t existed yet. How do you capture innocence? How do you celebrate life so pure, so angelic, so vulnerable?
We begin a new journey together, my love. And as we do, I hold your hand, but hope to not hold you back.
Life is for learning, exploring, making mistakes, and trying again.
Life is for love, and loss, and living again.
You must write in the pages of your own book—I can guide you, but not write them for you. You will learn with time, grow with the moments; intuition will guide you, and love will always bring you back home.
You were born into a family of travelers, wanderers, explorers, adventures. We will give you the experiences which will be yours to keep, the boat to set sail and launch out to new horizons. But what you find there and where you decide to anchor will be up to you and your choices.
I can hold you and nurture you only for a little while. I can be your strength just a few years.
When you finally go out on your own, when you finally know what it means to follow your heart, I trust that you will hear it beating in all the right directions.
I trust you will find your way.
Just as you found your way to us.
Alexandra, born March 1, 2013