09/09/2026
One day, she may not remember this evening.....
She may not remember the little pink walker,
the grass beneath her feet,
or the long shadow following behind her.
But I will.
I'll remember how she was so busy discovering her little world, while I quietly followed behind, making sure she was safe.
Maybe that's motherhood.
Letting them walk ahead,
while staying close enough to catch them if they fall.
They grow. We follow.
And somehow, the little moments become everything. 🤍