I had this vision when you kissed me of this little girl laying on the sand with her legs in the air bending back and forth. She's playing in the wet sand; the part where the water comes and rushes over your feet but slips back into the ocean before it completely soaks you. She's wearing a purple one-piece bathing suit with ruffles at the top. Her long dark brown hair, which is almost black; so much so that sometimes people can't even decipher the difference, is consistently drifting with the wind. It has a slight curl to the end of it and a red bow holding some of her hair in a tiny ponytail but the bow is undone on one side so that there's only one loop; it came undone in a fury of her own passionate play. I knew right away she was your baby girl; even before the vision shifted to show you sitting, not so far away, gazing at her like there was no one else in the whole wide world; and certainly no one as beautiful as "your girl". She's as much your girl, though, as she is the rest of the world's; it's a balance, you have to share her beauty, her purity, her simple philosophy with the rest of the world since you see first-hand how life-changing she is. And I see this all in the way you look at her. She is you as you are her as both of you hold the rest of the world in your heart and at bay. She emanates your energy just as much as she is your energy. She has a caramel tan; you can tell she inherits her skin-tone from you but it is not the same as yours. It lacks the darkness and it's just more of a feminine tan. She has your features everywhere but they're simpler, they fit her and every one can tell. Everyone takes a second glance when she passes and she is only four-years-old.
It's not as easy to tell who her mother is; in this vision, it pretty much isn't important. Because this is about you and her and the way she interacts and exchanges her world with you. I felt like I may have been at the beach with you; staring at the same scene but not necessarily involved with it; it is, after all, a shared memory between you and your daughter; no one else. I could have been your friend, your lover, or even just another being helping you to discover. It doesn't matter. You call her "Vesper"; you're proud and you make the rest of the world feel that they should be too.

~The most beautiful image I was ever provoked to see <3
You open my eyes to a different world every day.