To my future child, my miracle, my little sunshine, Before you ever took a breath… before your name was spoken… before your heartbeat echoed into this world— you were already dreamed of. You were a wish whispered into candles. A prayer tucked into honey. A hope carried in my chest through storms, laughter, and long nights. You are not an accident. You are a calling. I want you to know who your mommy was before she became “Mom.” The woman who loved fiercely. The girl with chubby cheeks and a loud laugh. The creative soul who saw magic in clouds, animals, herbs, music, photographs, and moonlight.
