Love in a Single Frame💓

There’s a photo I took of her that day — standing in the light, hair kissed by the wind, wildflowers brushing her knees. Her tiny hands reaching for something I couldn’t see… and maybe that’s what makes it so beautiful.

It wasn’t posed. It wasn’t planned. Just a fleeting moment where nature and childhood met, and I happened to be there with my heart wide open.

She looked so small, and yet in that frame, she held the whole world. The wonder in her eyes. The stillness around her. The way she stood like she belonged there — not just in the scene, but of it.🌹

And I realized: I will never love anything the way I love her.🌷

It’s not just a mother’s love. It’s something deeper, older — like the trees that surrounded her, like the sky that watched over us both. It’s a love made of roots and wings. Of wanting to keep her close, and somehow still letting her grow wild.🧚

That photo? It’s not just a memory. It’s a piece of who I am now. A reminder that love doesn’t always speak loudly. Sometimes, it stands in silence, in the shade of a tree, watching a little girl chase dandelions — and says thank you to the universe for everything.

For her.🌼

For this day.🌻

For the kind of love that never ends — only grows.🌸🌸🌷