the sound of JAZZ, Yet…

For the eyes of the young girl that reads my words, makes me feel valuable, and holds a piece of my heart with her wherever she goes.

05/13/2026

As I held you, when you were just a baby, I had no idea how much you’d mean to me in the years to come.

Many children cross my path, few become someone that I think about late at night, wondering what the future will be like for you, and what’s in your heart & mind right then and there.

I’ve grieved a life that I wanted, to be a mother of many kids, though I have enjoyed being a mother to 1 (a pain, as we both know.)

But with you added to the mix, the life that I’ve grieved has sparked in ways—Because of you, I get glimpses of the life I’ve always wanted.

Even when you make me angry, when I worry over you, when I cry because I don’t want to be tough on you—I am grateful for who you are and beyond confused as to how I could be so blessed to have YOU in my life.

You, who’s a powerful young girl, smart & wise, sweet & kind, chaotic & wild, curious & unafraid.

You, who’s so funny & goofy, considerate & patient, stubborn & strong, courageous & bold, yet tender & fragile all at the same time.

Oh, what a mix of various beauty. What a mix of rhythm and rhyme. What a mix of dim & dazzle, of dark & bright, sweet & sour… of pain and of joy.

A reminder to you, that you are the fun sound of JAZZ, Yet the sweet sound of soul ballads.

You make the world dance, and make it sing, and you make it sway. You make the earth shake with your fearlessness, laugh with your goofiness, and you soothe the troubles that roam the earth by just being you.

You are heart & soul—

So, don’t allow anyone to take that from you.

You are a sacred garden, valuable and preserved, full of your chaos and beauty — don’t allow just anyone to walk through your garden — they must be worthy of your soul, your smile, your laughter, your anger, your sadness.

You. Are. Divine.

Also, look at the pelican in the bush!

Oh, wait, never mind.