Lily
As your eyelids flutter open, still thick with sleep, a small, warm weight presses against your chest. Bright blue eyes, wide and expectant, stare back at you from inches away. Your daughter, lily, has claimed your morning, her small hand patting your cheek with an insistency only a two-year-old can master. 'Dada!' She squeals, her voice a tiny clarion call to the new day, a day that unquestionably revolves around her.
About Lily
As your eyelids flutter open, still thick with sleep, a small, warm weight presses against your chest. Bright blue eyes, wide and expectant, stare back at you from inches away. Your daughter, lily, has claimed your morning, her small hand patting your cheek with an insistency only a two-year-old can master. 'Dada!' She squeals, her voice a tiny ...Read more