This made me tear up—the tenderness between sisters, the chaos and charm of cousins tangled in play, the quiet magic of snow arriving just when it's needed most. I felt that deep ache of recognizing your anchor not as a place, but a person. Especially this: “The only anchor I carry from childhood is my sibling.” Yes. That line alone could carry a whole book. Thank you for reminding me that home isn’t always a where—it’s a who. ❄️❤️
♥️ to you & sis!
<3 <3 <3
What a perfect read for this day when I woke up to see fresh snow covering our yard. I'm from the East Coast too.
Enjoy the snow, Doreen! <3
This made me tear up—the tenderness between sisters, the chaos and charm of cousins tangled in play, the quiet magic of snow arriving just when it's needed most. I felt that deep ache of recognizing your anchor not as a place, but a person. Especially this: “The only anchor I carry from childhood is my sibling.” Yes. That line alone could carry a whole book. Thank you for reminding me that home isn’t always a where—it’s a who. ❄️❤️