The smile she gives me and the love shining in her eyes make all the trouble worth it. And when she lifts up on her tiptoes, surging forward to kiss me, I know I'd endure it all again. Not just the hours in the kitchen with Mama or the bank account-draining trips to the grocery store, but the entirety of our history. Every hour spent together, every day spent apart. Every kiss we've shared and tear we've shed. Because all of it, every painful, beautiful moment, got us here.
