Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“Mmm, sad,” Max says, pointing at a tear falling down her cheek. She wipes it away. “No, baby. I’m not sad. I’m happy. I’m just crying because I love you so much.”

😭😭😭😭

“Mmm…Mama.” Miller’s face falls. “What did you say?” “Mama.” Max grins, so proud of himself for saying a name I now realize he’s been trying to say for weeks. “Mama! Mama!”

I hope you’re out there finding your joy because you’re the reason we found ours.