Tonight as I kissed my sleeping and now three-year-old daughter in her sleep, I whispered a question: “Are you still my baby girl?”
To my utter love and surrendering, she nodded three times and smiled.
Oh my heart.
Tonight as I kissed my sleeping and now three-year-old daughter in her sleep, I whispered a question: “Are you still my baby girl?”
To my utter love and surrendering, she nodded three times and smiled.
Oh my heart.