My little love. You are the moon, who stills the tide with the caress of sacred beams and pulls the waves to crash on quiet shores. How bold and fearless she ascends.
You have vivified my world with unimaginable zeal, flashing a million hues in one step. And as I watch you move, I learn what it means to be free, alive, unbound.
Where would the sea be if it could not glimmer while the Earth sleeps? Let us dance while the universe is silent.
Bless you my sweet baby, so that as you call the coast, you also know the peacefulness that exists in the bluest waters. And may God give me a song to sing that lulls you to blissful mornings.