“Every day that I grow older is a fucking blessing,” I say lowly, my voice hushed in this Jeep. Next to the sun of my life. “But every day that I grow older with you is priceless.” I watch her chest rise high. “I’ve been so fucking lucky.” Lucky to be with Daisy. Lucky to be alive. Lucky to hold my daughter. Lucky that we have two chances to have another baby when we could’ve easily had none.
