“She’s perfect,” I whisper to no one…or, perhaps, everyone. I’m too busy watching Win loop her arm through the crook of my father’s. I take a long breath, shuddering with it as I blink back tears, hoping for a reprieve from my crying, but it doesn’t come. I just love her so fucking much. More than I can physically hold in. I love this place. I love our friends. I love this day and this entire last year too. I love my little girl and the other children I hope to someday share with Win. I love my life now, thanks to her. I have a life now, thanks to her.
