One day, you’ll grow up

 One day, you’ll grow up.

Your world will get bigger, busier, louder…
and you might not remember the little things.

The walks.
The way your tiny hand fit perfectly in mine.
The quiet moments that didn’t seem important at the time.

But I hope—more than anything—
you remember how deeply you were loved.

I hope you remember
there was always someone in your corner…
cheering you on, believing in you,
even before you believed in yourself.

Someone who carried you in their heart
long before you knew what that meant.

And if the world ever feels heavy,
I hope you feel it…

That love.
That comfort.
That quiet strength.

Because love like this doesn’t fade.

It stays with you…
becomes part of who you are.