Jessica Chappell

Jessica Chappell My gift 〰 as an intuitive ✹ is to guide you to the answers → that lie both in the stars ✮ and within ⓨⓞⓤ.

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01/07/2026

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Tomorrow she arrived.My baby isn’t a baby anymore.And somehow the room is the same,the light still falls in the same pla...
01/03/2026

Tomorrow she arrived.

My baby isn’t a baby anymore.

And somehow the room is the same,
the light still falls in the same places,
the laundry still waits,
the kettle still whistles,
but time has quietly rearranged everything.

Yesterday she was a weight against my chest,
a warm, milk-sweet yes,
a fist the size of a seashell
opening and closing on the world.

Now she is gravity with opinions.
A little comet with an agenda.
A laugh that arrives before I’m ready,
a “no” that blooms like a flag,
a “mine” like a spell.

Her knees are learning the language of floors.
Her hands, once only asking,
now reaching with certainty,
pointing at life as if naming it into being.

And I,
I am holding two truths at once,
the ache of the vanishing
and the wonder of the arrival.

Because nothing is actually gone.
It’s just changed its form.
The baby is still there
inside the toddler,
like the moon inside daylight,
invisible, but present,
pulling tides I can’t control.

Some nights I miss
the sleepy surrender,
the little sigh that meant
she trusted the world because I was in it.

Some mornings I marvel
at how she stands there,
bright-eyed and unafraid,
as if she has always belonged to herself.

This is what love does.
It makes a home,
then teaches me how to open the door.

So I let her grow.
I let her become.
I let her run toward her own name.

And when my heart tightens,
when I ache for the smaller version,
I remember:

I didn’t lose my baby.

I witnessed a miracle
keeping its promise.

Dearest daughter, you are my favoritest person in the world. 🌞You’re funny and silly, and somehow already so confident. ...
01/03/2026

Dearest daughter, you are my favoritest person in the world. 🌞

You’re funny and silly, and somehow already so confident. You know exactly what you want, and you go for it with your whole little self. You make every day better just by being in it.

You are my sunshine, Bisou. 💛✨

There are stories I will never say out loudabout the night before you came,about the way the air shiftedlike someone ope...
11/30/2025

There are stories I will never say out loud
about the night before you came,
about the way the air shifted
like someone opened a hidden door in my life.

You arrived through that unseen doorway
with the quiet of other places in your eyes.
Sometimes when you sleep
it feels like you are still listening
to something I cannot hear,
some old agreement you made
before my body ever knew your name.

Your hands give you away.
Your hands are so delicate yet so determined.
You have my hands.
The same small crescents at the nails,
the same curl when you are unsure,
the same sudden grip when you have decided.

When your fingers close around mine,
time rearranges itself
to make a softer path for you.
There are ghosts I have laid down
so they will not follow you,
words I have swallowed
so your first language is not fear.

One day you will look at your own hands
and see the secret map I see now,
how tenderness and resolve live together in you,
fierce and bright,
a purpose that arrived here through me.

From desert to desert,I crossed in silence and firenot always knowing your name,but always knowing you.The sun rose on c...
07/25/2025

From desert to desert,
I crossed in silence and fire
not always knowing your name,
but always knowing you.

The sun rose on cracked earth,
and I listened.
Not with ears, but with the hollow behind my ribs
where your voice already lived,
before your body ever stirred.

You came to me in a dream of dust,
and in the morning I remembered
the softness I had buried,
the fierceness I had tempered,
the vastness I had forgotten.

You are the pause between breaths,
the moment the wind shifts direction
and something ancient awakens
in my blood.

My bones have made a home for you,
my skin stretched to carry
not just your body,
but the memory of every woman
who ever sang her child into being.

You do not belong to me,
not really.
But I am yours.
Completely.

fête nationale 🇫🇷🥖
07/15/2025

fête nationale 🇫🇷🥖

Summer Solstice ☀️ with my true love
06/22/2025

Summer Solstice ☀️ with my true love

Come down easy.
04/15/2025

Come down easy.

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03/08/2025

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So far, so good. Bisoudine (the beauty queen aka squeaky) is thriving.
01/27/2025

So far, so good. Bisoudine (the beauty queen aka squeaky) is thriving.

⚡️22 Weeks ⚡️📸
09/03/2024

⚡️22 Weeks ⚡️

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My papa passed away on March 3 of this year. We never had the type of relationship I wanted or the type of relationship ...
06/16/2024

My papa passed away on March 3 of this year. We never had the type of relationship I wanted or the type of relationship we think a father and a daughter are supposed to have. But he and I are closer now than we’ve ever been. We talk a lot. He’s there when I need him. I feel him all around me. I honor him and I love him. I miss him, too. His forever-presence as part of me is his legacy. The parts internal and external of myself that he gave to me, I cherish. My desire for freedom, my rebel-ways, my connection to God, my sensitivity, and the color of my eyes. Thank you papa. I love you.

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