There is something you can’t quite put into words between a mother and daughter.
The knowing eyes.
The soft touch.
The tender, ever passing seconds between the two that hold love and wonder and joy.
Another daughter on the way. Another sweet girl to hold a piece of her heart.
And as the time gets closer where days will be joined with their second daughter, she knows these memories of “just the two” are dear. And so she stops them. And breathes them in deep. And holds her little girl just a little closer, a little tighter.
But what she also knows is that soon another layer of unexplainable love will be lovingly layered on top of the one she already calls her own…