Not just for me, but for Arden too. My little girl warmed to her instantly, which felt like a miracle after our hard two years.
The first time they met at the park, Arden clung to the swing, reluctant to leave. “Just five more minutes, Daddy!” she begged, pumping her legs with all her strength.
Elowyn approached, her sundress catching the late afternoon light. “I bet you could touch the clouds if you swung a little higher,” she said with a smile.
Arden’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”
“That’s what I believed when I was your age,” Elowyn winked. “Want me to give you a push?”
When Elowyn suggested we move into her inherited house after the wedding, it felt perfect. The home was breathtaking, with high ceilings, intricate woodwork, and an old-world charm.
Arden’s eyes widened at the sight of her new room. “It’s like a princess room, Daddy! Can I paint the walls blue?”
“We’ll have to ask Elowyn, sweetheart. It’s her house.”
