Mother/Daughter in the Redwoods
Motherhood.
The most tender, sacred responsibility we are given.
When she curls into your chest for comfort. The way her small face tilts up with that soft smile — completely safe, completely known. With her mother. There are countless quiet, in-between moments we only wish we could freeze in time. The ordinary seconds that one day feel extraordinary.
This relationship shifts and grows. Your daughter becomes a woman. She builds a life of her own, forming new bonds with a husband and children. It isn’t a loss. It’s simply a new season.
And one day you realize the season when her tiny hand fit perfectly inside yours has gently passed. A chapter you carry in your heart forever.