Ink and Love: Letters for My Little Ones

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…They saw a name, a history, a problem. They didn’t see the fierce, unwavering love that fueled her every breath, her every action. This was only half the battle won, she knew. The fight was far from over. Her love, a sun that refused to set, was stronger than any darkness. For them, her daughter, her son, she thanked God she had never learned to run. He saw her weakness, her every fear, and whispered courage, a gentle balm on her weary soul. She would keep fighting. She would fight until the victory was here, until they were home, until the tears she held back finally flowed, not in sorrow, but in relief.