At 50, I received a miracle.
Since then, I've lived each minute as a treasure.
But this miracle didn't happen by chance.
It was born of years of faith,
of silence,
and of deep inner work.
In the months before her arrival,
I held onto a simple but powerful practice :
one visualization per day.
One minute for her,
every morning.
Like a whispered promise to the universe.
Like a bridge between longing... and the encounter.
This collection was born from that space.
30 texts, written from the heart,
to accompany those walking this fragile path.
It's not a book to be read in one sitting,
but a mantra to be lived, day after day.
If these words resonate with you,
then this collection is meant for you.
I offer it for 1 USD —
not to sell it,
but to take one simple step :
to slowly free myself financially
and devote my time to the one I waited for so long.
My daughter. My miracle.
Thank you for being here,
and for being part of this invisible circle of women who still believe.
This morning, she took my hand without looking.
Just that gesture, as if it were an old habit.
But for me, it's all still new.
Her warm skin, the tiny weight of her fingers,
and the silence between us, louder than any words.
I wanted to stop time,
but instead, I breathed slowly.
Because sometimes, love
is just staying still.
She doesn't speak yet,
but her hand tells me everything.
Its weight in mine
is a promise I didn't know I was waiting for.
At dawn, she breathes against my neck.
That tiny breath,
like a secret shared only with me.
I lie still,
as if the whole world depends on not waking her.
Thank you for your patience...
To contact me :
info@une-minute-avec-elle.com