Full Circle Love
I carried Marcus when his world was small and his arms wrapped around my neck.

I lifted him through scraped knees, sleepless nights, and all the growing pains love could hold. Years passed, time softened my steps—and without a word, he became my strength. Now he carries me, steady and proud, the same way I once did for him.

This is what love looks like when it lasts.   When care becomes gratitude. When giving comes back home. If this story touched you, leave Marcus a heart.