My Little Girl, My Whole World She tumbles into the room with sunlight in her hair—half of it stuck to her forehead from running, the other half wild like a bird’s nest. Her tiny hands are crumpled with grass stains, clutching a dandelion that’s already losing its fluff, and her eyes sparkle like she’s just discovered the secret of the universe. My little girl isn’t perfect. But she’s mine—my walking, talking, dandelion-chasing miracle. And every time she looks at me with that bright, unshakable smile, I know: this is the best gift life ever gave me.