to my girl

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

to my daughter, one day: you were born on a tuesday and the whole world got quieter