The Signature
This is one of the stories behind Oceans of Love.
We don’t always say everything.
But when we write, we always end the same way.
Just a quiet phrase passed down.
It’s not just how I sign my name.
It’s how I pass something on.
Part blessing, part tradition.
More than a closing—
it’s a way of leading each other forward.
That’s what I call the signature.
In my family, we sign our letters and notes with Oceans of Love—
a phrase passed down between generations of strong, deeply faithful women.
It’s how we say: I’m with you.
A kind of care that holds steady, even when the words run out.
That’s where this began.
Those words stay with me—
through changes, through loss,
through all the ordinary days that make a life.
And when it came time to name this work,
those were the words that felt most true.
Not every legacy leaves a landmark.
Some are carried forward in smaller ways—
a presence you shaped yourself around,
a voice that knew yours,
a way of moving through the world that stays, long after.
The kind of people who give what they have,
who carry others with grace,
who live on in how you do things—
even if you don’t notice it right away.
Maybe someone like that has stayed with you too.
Maybe they still are.
Oceans of Love is how I carry what they gave me.
Not the whole story—
just the part I remember.
The part that feels like love.