Girls, before we start opening the little drawers of this calendar, I want to begin with a wonderful memory that has stayed with me in a steady and quiet way.

One Wednesday in Carriacou, we went to Paradise Beach Club for their sailors painting afternoon. Sailors from all over came to paint a wooden shingle with their boat name, their colors, and a little piece of who they were. That day the sun was warm, the air felt gentle, and the two of you sat together at a big table with brushes in your hands, painting our sign with such care that I still remember the look on your faces.

When Hurricane Beryl hit Carriacou, the whole restaurant was destroyed. The little signs were torn off the wall and scattered across the beach and into the sea. Some were lost forever and some were found by volunteers who walked the shoreline and picked them out of the sand. Ours was one of the lucky ones. Someone found it, carried it back, and kept it safe until the restaurant was rebuilt. When the new walls went up, our shingle was hung again in a place of its own.

That one little shingle now carries every moment we spent there. It reminds me of the two of you painting in the sun and of the days we spent sailing through those islands as a family. And that is why this month matters to me. Each day opens a small window into the world of adventures that we are creating together, one memory at a time, so you can see how much of my heart lives in these stories. Tomorrow another drawer will open, and another memory will be waiting for you.

Love, Dada 😘