At 70, I thought motherhood was behind me…
At 70, I thought motherhood was behind me—sleepless nights, scraped knees, all closed chapters.
Then tragedy took my daughter. Yet love arrived uninvited: I became a mom again.
These tiny arms heal my heart. Their smiles turn grief into purpose.
Resilience isn’t easy, but love gives me strength to rise each day.
Strongest moms start over—because love never quits.
