Ink and Love: Letters for My Little Ones

Previously

…It gave her too much time to think. About the demons in her head, the worried words she'd said, the ones she hadn't. They read the file, they saw a name, but they didn't understand the flame, the fierce, burning love that fueled her every word, her every action. This was only half the battle, she knew. But her love was stronger than the setting sun, a constant, unwavering force. For them, her daughter and her son, she thanked God she had never learned to run. He saw her weakness, knew her every fear, and whispered courage so that she could hear. She would keep on fighting until the victory was here. Until they were home, she would hold back the tears.