One of the reasons I need to be around my niece and nephew is I want to be part of the tradition of steeping them in love.

As imperfect, chaotic, and just wild my family can be, there is a baseline understanding embedded in you that you are loved.

I can’t recall where or when it began. It’s always just been there. It’s more than a feeling. It’s a freedom.

It’s the single greatest gift I have received.

It’s not the kind of love that you feel when you make them proud or do or say the right thing or receive an award.

It’s the kind of love that rushes you in failure, in deep pain, or in not being “quite like yourself”.

It’s an ease that you go through life with because you know you can say and do and BE what you need to.

They may not understand, they may not like it, but they will always LOVE you.

While I’ve been here, that’s my main mission with my niece and nephew.

Be a part of the tradition of imbuing love.

Love that doesn’t require.

Love that doesn’t expect.

Love that is a reward simply for your existence.

Love that Black children need, deserve, and are worthy of.

Iya & Mosie, you are so worthy of being loved.

Past tense love.

Love that was ready for you before your birth.

Whatever you do or decide to be, that love is always there waiting for you.

It comes first from God, and in his strength, from your family.

I’ve loved you.

🤸🏿‍♀️ Ambini

P.S// I traveled back home to St. Thomas to see my littles and celebrate my parents’ 40th anniversary. Took multiple tests and many precautions. Thankfully, we are all safe. ❤️