You are the reason the stars still shine for me.
Every piece of this project is stitched together with love, memory, and the hope that you’ll one day understand how much light you brought into my life—even on the darkest days. These stories were born from songs that raised me, moments that shaped me, and the people who loved me into being. But more than anything, they are a map back to you.
I want you to know where you came from—not just the names or dates, but the sounds, the feelings, the truths that lived between the lines. I want you to see that even in chaos, there was meaning. Even in loss, there was music. And even in silence, there was a voice still learning how to speak.
You are the next verse. The brightest spark. The living proof that love continues, and stories matter.
One day, when you’re older, I hope you read these pieces and feel seen. I hope you laugh at the weird bits, feel brave in the tender ones, and find yourself in the echoes. I hope it reminds you that life doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful—that broken things can still shine, and that your story, whatever it becomes, is worthy of light.
And if ever you forget how much I love you—press play.
I’ll be right here, in the music.
In the pause between the notes.
In the stars overhead.
Love always,
Mom
