Ugh, this hits so hard. I feel every word so deeply. Sometimes I stop and stare at the messes of toys scattered through the house and that ache slams into my chest, filling me with gratitude for the little girl that made them and sadness that it won't be forever.
Ugh, this hits so hard. I feel every word so deeply. Sometimes I stop and stare at the messes of toys scattered through the house and that ache slams into my chest, filling me with gratitude for the little girl that made them and sadness that it won't be forever.