Not because of my smile, my bright eyes, or these tiny pigtails that refuse to stay in place—but because love looks at us first, before the world ever does. In her eyes, I am enough. I am joy. I am a miracle she waited for and now gets to hold every single day.
One day, life may try to tell me I need to be more, do more, or change to belong. But today, I just get to be me—safe, loved, and wrapped in arms that believe in me completely.
And honestly? That kind of love makes anyone beautiful 
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