The Resurrection of Wildflowers (Wildflower, #2)

by Micalea Smeltzer

“You grew our child in there. Your body loved her so much it always wanted to remember her.”

At the end of the day, it isn’t the expensive things, or the big things you remember. It’s the people you love and the simple moments—dancing in the kitchen together, sitting down and having a meal together, just existing.

Life is not an infinite source—it’s finite, and the best thing we could all learn, is to treat it as such, because each breath in our lungs is a precious gift we shouldn’t waste.