You are joyful.
You are sweet.
You are inquisitive.
You are poetic.
You are truth.
You are loved.

You are joyful.
You are sweet.
You are inquisitive.
You are poetic.
You are truth.
You are loved.

That moment when looking at her images, a beautiful mama says “Oh my… I see her. Right. There.”
Her.
Her.
Not her cumbersome clothing, not some awkward wince, not a gaze into nowhere.
Her.
That moment.

