Essence

To the soul that gave my life a new beginning: my son.

In the endless pursuit of an unreachable perfection, between the longing to live fully and the unstoppable passage of days, we are as leaves carried by the winds. We give ourselves, body and soul, knowing well we will be judged by foreign eyes, by voices that have never walked our paths nor borne the weight of our steps. Each dawn, in a routine that we learn to speak like our own language, brings a new challenge, hidden tests demanding growth, an unrelenting drive forward, even in those moments when the soul longs to surrender.

And yet, like mist dissolving under the sun, every judgment fades each time your eyes find mine, my little universe, my light. My heart smiles, illuminated by the pure glow you emit, that spark of life that heals all invisible wounds. Each day, as I witness your growth, the indomitable spirit with which you uncover this world’s secrets, every small victory you achieve casts a spell that frees me from others’ expectations. What does it matter if I am incomplete, if I am less than perfect, if time has left its traces on my skin, when your laughter fills my silence? What more could I ask for when your presence reminds me that in the simple act of loving and being, I am already enough?

Loving you is the simplest and deepest act the universe has granted me. From the moment you arrived, I learned to lose myself in your eyes as one enters an endless ocean, to revel in the fragrance of your hair, to discover within you a universe of your own—boundless, expanding. My love, treasure of my days, fragment of heaven in my arms, loving you shapes me and returns me to my essence, and today I remain here, holding you, as though in this embrace eternity could be sealed, as though each instant might imprint upon me each beat of your being, each gleam in your gaze, every bright corner you have awakened in this, our world.

With you, there is no shadow that does not disperse, no sleepless night that is not worthwhile, no effort that feels in vain. For you, my love, I would do it all, again and again, sailing the oceans of life without fear, because I know with each step you are there: my reason, my certainty, my eternal poetry.