My sweet, sweet one.
You woke too soon. You had to see the sun.
And in a perfect storm, your life has begun.
Ten perfect toes. Tiny innocent hands.
And a sea of a million emotions pushing you to swim to the sand.
Swim, my sweet, sweet one. Lift your head and breathe.
The ocean is a vast uncertainty, but you’re my strong, strong baby and I’m your mommy.
You’re mightier than the minutes going by; more of a miracle than the endless sky.
Grow my miracle; grow and bloom.
I’ll water you.
I’ll watch you.
I’ll will it with all my soul.
There is nothing, not one thing in this whole great big world that will ever love you more.