Is it silly to think that after a whirlwind of tiny hands and bedtime stories, I might still have a spark? Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself and wonder if that fire’s still glowing beneath the surface. It's like a dance between the chaos and the calm…
Is it silly to think that after a whirlwind of tiny hands and bedtime stories, I might still have a spark? ✨ Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself and wonder if that fire’s still glowing beneath the surface. It's like a dance between the chaos and the calm… 🩰💖
