ππ Two Years Old β My Greatest Journey ππ

π Iβve driven through endless highways, crossed lonely nights, and carried heavy loads β but nothing has ever been heavier, or more meaningful, than raising my little boy on my own π€.
πβ¨ Today, my sweetest co-pilot turns two. Two years of tiny fingers holding mine, of smiles that rescued me on the hardest days, of quiet victories no one else ever saw π₯Ήπ.
π There were sleepless nights, long roads, and moments when exhaustion whispered doubtβ¦ yet his laughter always answered with strength π¦π«. Loving him taught me that just us two is already everything.

π€ We donβt have balloons filling a room or a crowd singing loud. But we have something stronger β each other. His small arms feel like home, his heartbeat is my courage, and his existence is my purpose πβ¨.
πβ€οΈ If youβre reading this, please send him a prayer, a wish, or a gentle thought.
Because today my son is two β and he deserves every ounce of love this world can give ππ.