Sometimes… It’s unspeakably hard.
But the joy. That’s unspeakable too.
When the wind blows through your hair, and the sunshine kisses the bridge of your nose.
When you hold your sister’s hand, because you know she’s nervous around new people. You’re so big for one so little…
This huge, acing, deep, glorious love that I carry around in my chest for you. Every waking moment. Every sleeping moment. All my moments.