Roots of Love: A Future Nurtured

When my daughter was born, I held her close, breathing in the softness of her newness.

In that moment, the world felt quiet. Just her and me.

One day, she will grow. She will chase dreams I can’t yet imagine, in a world I’ll never fully see.

But today, she is here. Safe in my arms, wrapped in love.

Because of me, she is held.
Because of me, she is nurtured.
Because of me, she will thrive.