about her day.
I treasured every moment.
There were days when grief and happiness existed together so intensely that I didn’t know which one I was feeling.
I’d found my daughter.
But I’d missed five years of her life.
I hadn’t heard her first word.
Hadn’t seen her first steps.
Hadn’t held her on her birthdays.
And I still didn’t understand how we’d been separated.
Yet when Ellie reached for my hand, I reminded myself that she was here now.
That mattered more than anything.
Several weeks later, we were
