πβ¨ Five Candles, A Thousand Miracles β¨π

She doesnβt remember the hospital rooms, the quiet hallways, or the goodbyes whispered through tears π€.
All she knows is that today is her birthday β and she is turning five π.
π Sheβs big enough now to wear her favorite dress with pride.
π―οΈ Big enough to blow out every candle all by herself, eyes shining with excitement and joy π.
What she doesnβt know is that five years ago, I learned how to be strong for two.

I learned how to pack lunches, brush tiny strands of hair, hold myself together, and show up β even on the days when my heart felt heavy πβ¨.
π Today, she smiles as if nothing was ever broken.
And in that smile, I see everything I need to know: the past did not win π.
π If youβre reading this, please pause and wish her a happy birthday.
π She deserves every bit of light, love, and wonder this world has to give β¨π.