I owe it to us to gather my stars
before you are here,
to map the constellations of my life
so that when you arrive,
we navigate by light already lit.
Each day, we drift closer
in a quiet orbit of possibility.
I am nervous at the thought of you,
and yet I flutter with excitement;
wondering what magic you will bring,
what unknowns will teach us both.
I begin to pray for you
in the spaces between my breaths,
because love can be both soft and fierce,
and I am learning to be both for you.
I will tend the soil of our future
before your roots reach deep;
water my mind, my body, my heart
so that when you grow,
you find a world ready to bloom
without waiting for miracles to appear.
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