At the heart of every flower are the smallest, most delicate petals.

They are the first to form.
The ones that never leave.

You, too, have an inner child at your center.

Not someone you grow out of but grow around.

You can build a whole bloom but never abandon that soft core.

She is still there. The littlest you.

Still needing your hand in hers.
Your arms around her.

Tending is not regression.
It is devotion.

To the whole of who you are.

It is keeping the promises you made to care for you both, no matter the environment.

It is the moments you show up to love, guide, nurture and protect her, in ways no one else could.

She needs you, even now.