A bond that transcends time and finds new ways to endure in who we are, in what we remember, and in what we carry with us: our first muse.
A way of loving that stays with you, always.
Before we had a voice, we already understood the language of her hands. Before we knew who we were, someone already looked at us as if we were everything.
An unconditional presence, which you learned to recognize without words.
So close, that there was never a need to look for it.
A bond that, over time, becomes even deeper.
Unconditional, eternal, and constant.
There are ways of loving that cannot be explained. They are transmitted through the everyday, in the simplest gestures, in everything you carry with you. We grow, and yet, something of that love remains. It is reflected in the way we look, in what we recognize as our own, in everything we carry with us. We celebrate what endures, what passes from one generation to another without losing its essence.
Today we honor that legacy: giving of oneself through love and transcending in memory. Because the bond does not end. It remains, transforms, and finds new ways to exist. We carry it with us: in who we are, in what we remember, in everything that defines us.
Because the bond is infinite.
You are, and always will be, my only muse.
