Every dollar had to stretch. I learned to spot the smallest kindnesses because sometimes, they were the only things that got us through the week. I made spaghetti last three nights. I celebrated tiny victories—the time Lily laughed so hard at the park she snorted, or when I found a forgotten $20 in my winter coat pocket.

Those moments reminded me we were okay.

And truthfully, raising Lily was its own gift.

At seven, my daughter is pure sunlight—curious, blunt in the way only children can be, yet tender, with more empathy than most adults. People notice her not just because she’s beautiful in a big-eyed, scraped-knee kind of way, but because she notices them.