She was born at 26 weeks, tiny enough to fit in my hand. Today, she turns 1.
This morning she woke up, grinned like the sun itself rose in her eyes, and reached for me with pure, unstoppable joy.
The world still stares. Whispers. Steps back.

But her smile doesn’t notice. Her laugh doesn’t pause.
In her I see:
Courage that never learned the word “impossible”
Happiness that needs no reason
Love that asks for nothing in return
She has taught me more in one year than I learned in decades: real strength is soft, real beauty is brave, real living is feeling everything and still choosing light.
Today I’m not asking for presents.
I’m asking for kindness.
Drop a birthday wish below for my little warrior.

If her light touched you, share her story.
Because every child deserves to feel the world cheering — especially the ones who remind us how to be human.
Happy 1st birthday, my miracle. Keep shining.