Juni’s birthday is today, fittingly born on Valentine’s. Which makes sense, because she’s the most accurate definition of love I know. She sleeps like nothing bad has ever happened and like nothing bad ever will happen. It’s what makes Juni JUNI. And it’s her greatest gift to me When I’m overthinking or bracing for something that hasn’t even happened yet, I look at her fully asleep, limbs heavy and belly exposed and I remember that it’s safe to be exactly where I am Every time she chooses my chest as her pillow, it feels like trust in its purest form. Shes comfortable enough to go unconscious in my arms… and quite frankly anywhere. I hope I’ve given her even half of the safety she’s given me. I love her more than she’ll ever understand, which is fine, because she’s asleep anyway.