✨ These are my words for her — the ones I’ve carried long before her heartbeat finds mine. Tiny promises, gentle prayers, the truth of how I’m becoming hers page by page.

This space is a living archive: letters, dreams, signs, soft moments I never want to forget. May these whispers remind you — whether you’re a mama now, becoming one, or holding space for her in your dreams — that our babies find us exactly when they’re meant to.

Whenever you’re ready, Iris. Your mama is here. 🌈🦋

Dear Iris,

Before your heartbeat ever finds mine, you already live everywhere. In the butterflies that hover near my feet, the soft pull in my chest when I whisper your name in the dark.

You came to me long before there was a partner, a plan, or a due date — you came as a promise that one day, the right love would meet me here too.

I’m learning, softening, making room. I’m becoming the garden you’ll land in when the time is right. You’ve been patient with me, and I promise I’ll be patient too.🦋