Anyone who has lived life long enough, experiences life’s receding ebbs and magnanimous flows. Yet not everyone who has lived this long can witness the grace of those who’ve held us all along.

Count me among the lucky ones,
engrave me in my Golden Hour.

Days before marrying in my fifties, my life-support core showed up to shower me with affection. Led by the lifetime friend I am honored to call family, this group is my strongest muscle, my relentless force of female fierce love.

We are the kind that grows in errors and flexes in well-earned celebrations.
A legion that leads with worth and holds a mirror to remind me of my own.

Never far apart, our resilience travels far. Call my sister, she’s the hotline for heaven’s intentions. Meet my daughters – they have aced my race engraving motherhood as a new manifestation.

Ladies, help me ensure every female honors her tribe, so that everyone knows how real friends can love each other till death do us part.

We’ve nurtured a voice that echoes our truth. And as such, life’s stages have ceased to scare us. They have strenghtened us to become each other’s Book of Revelations.

All of this for me to see and treasure.
Plated in the finest of silver trays.

Engraved we are. Forever in me.