Three grumpy little faces, all in a row, giving you the side-eye like you're late with the worms. Honestly, they're too much.
But underneath all that comic impatience is the sweetest thing. They're not scared. They're not alone. They're just waiting, sure as sunrise, for the two who love them most to come sweeping back in. And there they are, right on cue, flying in from either side.
And this is the important bit, the bit we forget. They're not behind for sitting still. This is exactly where they're meant to be, gathering their strength, growing into their feathers, soaking up everything they'll need before they launch. The waiting isn't wasted time. It's where the wisdom gets built.
A little reminder that you don't have to fly before you're ready. Sit tight in the not-yet. Let yourself grow strong. What you're waiting for is already on its way, and so is the version of you that's ready to meet it.
