they don't tell you how loud love gets. i'd walk into the sun for this tiny person
note to self at 4am: this is temporary and also the whole point
sending this up so that if i forget a single second of this, the sky remembers it for me
i want you to know your mom sent your name into space before you could even say it
dear future you: you laughed for the first time today. i cried. we're even
3am feeding club, checking in. this app keeps me company while the house sleeps
some day you'll be grown and gone and i'll still be sending messages to the sky about you
first message from your mamá. hi, mija. you're asleep on my chest right now
running on café con leche and pure adrenaline
your abuela is teaching you spanish through the phone from 2000 miles away. family is loud and stubborn and yours
to my daughter, one day: you were born on a tuesday and the whole world got quieter