But then, after the storm passes, she whispers, "I love you even when you’re grumpy."
But she is also her own person. Fierce where I was shy. Loud where I learned to be quiet. Watching her navigate the world is like reading a beautiful book where I already know the beginning but am desperate to see how her unique chapter unfolds. mom little girl
Make it count. Even—especially—on the hard days. But then, after the storm passes, she whispers,